When Jin arrived at the mansion, Silvia and Iris stood in the backyard where the commotion happened.
They stared at Jin, who brought the sleeping Lucya in his arms and didn't utter a word as she received the princess.
"Take care of her, Silvia, Iris".
The two nodded and disappeared to their room. Jin shrugged his shoulders at what event had transpired earlier.
"Five years, huh?". Jin muttered, his eyes looking toward the faraway scene.
He reached out to his left shoulder, where it began to pulsate. The curse and howl of the werewolves seemed distant yet closed.
"Well, I guess I need to test my chances later".
The boy walked inside the mansion, went down the hallway, and arrived at his room on the second floor.
Jin entered inside and straight down to his bed. The softness enveloped his body, turning his eyelid heavy. He soon drifted to sleep.
***
Several hours passed, and the child from morning air caressed his skin, stirring his blackened consciousness to wake up.
