Reinhard followed Lianna's direction, paying no heed to captivated gazes she had captured. It was a sight Reinhard was used to by now.
"...."
Staring at Lianna's delicate back, Reinhard couldn't help but reminisce the first time he had met her.
Meeting Lianna a little over a year ago had changed his course of action. While in the past, when he was sixteen, would often sneak into the backwater alleys of the city, attempting to forge connections with the underbellies of society.
For reasons being, peering out for any information directly connected to his family's murder.
But all he was met with were grubby scams, and attempts on his life.
It was only during the summer break, right before he was admitted into Astrea Academy—when he met Lianna, a peculiar woman who owned most of the establishments in the red–light district, and accepted his request.
That was all Reinhard really ever needed.