Rain still came down against the windows. The storm had settled for a moment, and the winds were clashing against the frame that creaked every minute.
"I," Ymir shifted his weight, and rested his hand on right armrest.
"I still remember the time we met during Violet's hearing," he said.
Winifred listened carefully, with his hands still rested on the ledger, back hunched and neck cranked forward with age.
The candle between them had burned low enough that half his face sat in shadow.
"You were one of the judges, remember?" Ymir scoffed, but he didn't wait for an answer.
"Ferrey was a judge, too." He said. "I fear people might think that I'm taking revenge for the hearing if I choose to murder the Duchess of D'Arterri, who was acting as third judge, but that is not the case."
"Still…after this night, she'll be on edge," he said.
"But its…surprising," Ymir began, he placed his index finger on his lower lip.
