Bab 148: A Casual Day

Ruthenian Empire Far East, Harbin.

Leonid yawned as he walked down the gutter at dawn, waving his hand casually to the local Manchurian morning passersby that were giving him odd looks. There was an uneasy feeling settling in his chest, something he had felt every time since he departed from the Sakhalin.

"Why do I feel so odd?" Leonid muttered under his breath as he placed a hand on his chest. When finding the culprit of these feelings, he kept remembering the face of a certain Duchess that charmed him with her soft voice and an angelic smile.

Leonid blushed at the thought. He shook his head vigorously before continuing to walk down the gutter.