The lord looked imposing and dignified in Moulin's view from below. Like a mighty king looking down on his subjects as they knelt before his feet. The man's powerful figure was reflected in Moulin's silver eyes.
Moulin furrowed his brows in confusion as he looked around. Completely throwing away his attention to the man before him.
He was in some sort of room, a cramped room filled with tall wooden shelves willed with small figurines and a large old desk placed by the window. The chandelier above them gave a warm atmosphere and the scent of paper and books entered Moulin's nose.
H-how did he get here? Where was he? He was certain that he was resting under the willow tree earlier. He absolutely didn't dream it!
This author is back!.
Yesterday wasn't my day. My favorite book got splashed by coffee and I cried a river of tears! Things turned worse after that. Sigh~~
Thank you for being patient! I will be releasing another chapter tomorrow!