Xion set the heavy bag down on the table with a soft thud. If there was one thing that genuinely impressed him, it was how clean the tent always was.
He was definitely not distracting himself while his ears turned a very suspicious shade of red. Nope. Not at all.
But before beginning the procedure, Xion indeed needed to make a few things clear with the patient, and with the people who counted as family. In this case, they were Allen and Ray.
As for Lady Nazia and Berry, Xion had not seen them since they left the capital.
Just as Xion was thinking about the people around Darius, Ray entered the tent. The knight reached Xion's side, but his eyes were drawn elsewhere.
His gaze lingered on Darius' body.
Xion didn't think much of it, but Allen understood immediately.
After two months, there was barely anything left of the archduke's once-proud abs. There was just the faintest outline of them, and even then, only four remained.
