At the graveyard, Condorin was wearing his golden conquistador armor sitting on one of the memorials examining his saber.
“I wonder where he is. He hasn’t shown up for quite a while, where do you think he is my sister?” He looked over to see a bloodied and beaten Kinelly wearing a tattered long-sleeved white dress covered in mud and blood tied to a wooden cross.
“If you have anything to say, then say it.” She only grumbled.
“That’s what I thought.” He laughed before hearing a noise. He watched as Satanis stepped through the bushes.
“So you came…” Condorin hopped down from the memorial twirling his blade.
“I did, what did you do to Kinelly?” Satanis asked.
“What did I do to her? I simply punished her for being insubordinate.” Condorin could hear his brother growled.
“Did I strike a nerve? Why do yo