"Lady Sora has no time to waste waiting for you to all gather. The rest shall face her wrath later. Now, follow me," the balding guard said, turning on his heel.
All the while, Sora had decided to lay on his side. His guard was taking a long time to return with his relatives. He had a fan in his hand now and a flower in his hair-his mother had always insisted upon having him wear one when meeting with others.







