Hisaki walked Masahiro out of the tavern, his eyes flashing with conflicting emotions.
"What is your plan once you find the culprit?" He asked, seemingly casually.
Masahiro answered in a low voice, "We will take him to the clan. The Patriarch will deal with him."
The two stepped out of the door and saw the rest of the Magi from the Arakuro Clan waiting outside. The sun had dipped below the horizon, and the first whispers of the dark night had arrived.
These men looked like they could plow through an entire city to get what they want. They were furious, of course. And they had all the right to be.
Although a Magus's life was filled with dangers at every turn, and the promise of death always lingered, these men from the Arakuro Clan would relentlessly pursue the murderer and avenge their young master.
Masahiro glanced at the twin moons in the pale sky, his eyes tired and heavy.
