Gold Beneath Amethyst Skies
"Senior approves? Good! My father said if you felt it wasn't enough, we could always send more next time."
Leon's heartbeat skipped before he could stop it.
"…That won't be necessary," he replied lightly.
…For now.
The bamboo forest swayed gently in the wind, slender stalks brushing against one another with a soft, whispering hush. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, scattering fractured shadows across the worn stone courtyard of Amethyst Summit Division.
Kevin's mouth twitched.
He said nothing.
But inside, he was speechless.
He called him an expert in his heart. Others might not know—but he knew. After all, he was the one who had come to Amethyst Summit Division the most over the years.
The current Amethyst Summit Division was so poor it barely had a few wooden houses left standing. The beams creaked when the wind grew strong. The roof tiles were chipped. Even the stone steps had begun to crumble.
Reluctant?
Reluctant my foot.
