With his business concluded, Sylas departed, feeling the chill of the weather as he left the territory. He calculated the date—it had been precisely one year since he'd left his family. Watching the snow fall from the sky, Sylas smiled.
"Well, it's about time to return."
It was a triumphant return.
At the lord's castle of the Corleone family, Count Bill Corleone sat in his office, repeatedly rubbing his temples.
"Is this really true?" he muttered.
"There's no doubt, my lord. It's not hearsay; everything has been personally verified."
"Is there any chance of exaggeration?"
"Unlikely. Both nobles and commoners alike gave identical accounts."
"Hah…" Bill exhaled heavily. A few months after Sylas had left, the Count had sent a trusted knight to investigate his son's activities. He had been curious, after all; how could he not be, with the potential of his son's future unfolding? But the reports he'd received defied all expectations.