Some hours later.
It was already late afternoon, and the amber light of the sun filtered through the wooden windows of every house.
Kael's house, despite being bigger than others, was no different.
But unlike other houses, Kael's house had a scent of pine and dried herbs mingling in the air.
Because Alenia, who had learned how to make tea from Selene, was making tea.
Kael sat lazily on a low chair near the center table, his black coat draped loosely around him.
One arm rested on the armrest while the other idly toyed with a flicker of golden energy that danced between his fingers.
It was the same energy that had left him when he had named the criminals, and until now, he hadn't been able to figure out what it was.
'There's no way it's not magic,' he thought inwardly.
If it was something that left his body, Kael was sure he could control it and maybe do many more things with it.
