Something Coming

Such busy footsteps sounded, at some point parts of the palace sounded very noisy once. Clark, as usual, guarded quietly standing by the door of Vincent—the master he was protecting. 

Vincent casually opened his eyes after his sleeping hours were over. He stretched out and yawned big at the point he was able to hear the noise heard from outside the palace. They looked hysterical and talked about things with conjecture in their own minds. 

The warm tea was ready as his servants used to put it. As he stood up, he picked up the tea and stood casually on the window leaning by the wall and watching the people outside the palace.

"Wow, it's started," he said very casually. 

Vincent enjoyed the noise, the noise he had expected to happen. This is his own plan. 

As Vincent had prepared, he went out and walked along with Clark, wearing a neat shirt and looking unconcerned.