The situation in the Black Clan was about what Scholar Mcintyre expected. The moment news of what happened to the Nightingale Empire was disseminated, Patriarch Black found himself staring out into space, fury between his brows.
He could sense that something was wrong. If the guild really wanted to just provoke them like this again and again, they would have done more the day they went.
There was another angle to view things, and that was that their timing had simply been too perfect in catching them off guard so there was nothing that they could have done at the time. But there was still something that just felt…
Off about it.
"Father, the elders have told me to pass something on to you. It seems that the Seijin have had movement." Karra quickly made it to her father's side. One would never have thought that mere days ago, she had been through a series of such intense battles at all.
"The Seijin? To where?"
"… The Nightingale Empire," she said slowly.
"What?"
