"Haaay…"
At the fourth sigh that seemed to come from the least frequented depths of the planet, one blonde sworn brother finally had to ask, "Brother, is everything alright?"
It was a very simple question that should've had a very simple answer, and yet, at that very moment, one previously excited Luca Kyros could only respond with another question.
"Brother, is something actually wrong with our flag?"
Luca said it with his brows furrowed, his face looking utterly forlorn.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Ollie asked, instinctively glancing behind him to check on the flag before continuing. "How could something be wrong with our flag?"
"Well… if nothing is wrong with it, then how come no one has come to take it?" Luca asked sincerely, deep concern etched across his face.
"!!!"
A small gasp escaped Ollie, almost like a hiccup, as the weight of that question hit him all at once.
And for some reason, he immediately broke into a cold sweat.
Because how was he supposed to explain this?
