Twilight Hunt.
Then—a knock at the door.
Rap-rap-rap.
"Lord Leon!" The voice was commanding but polite—Captain Black's.
Leon's golden eyes flashed with subdued watchfulness. Without pause, he stood up, glided across to the door
Aria's hand dropped to her side automatically. Cynthia stiffened, halfway out of her chair already. Syra and Kyra glanced at each other hastily.
Leon threw open the carriage door. His coat billowed in the evening wind and spread out behind him like a banner.
He moved out into.
Outside, the environment was not normal—serene. No shouting. No guns drawn. Just calm.
All the guards had already descended from their horses. They stood stiffly in neat lines in front of the carriage, their faces grave under their helmets. The horses had been saddled off and tied up in the immediate vicinity. Leon's keen eye ran over the well-drilled ranks, his mind actually racing to comprehend the abrupt standstill.
