It took some effort for the man imprisoned within his own home to carry himself out of the basement. In a way, it was like watching a newborn calf stumble out, trying to walk on legs it wasn't sure how to properly use.
He held the door open, looking back at the thin resemblance of a nobleman.
Into the lobby, Darius let out a howl like a father that had lost their child, looking at the fallen chandelier, "Ooooh…! Those barbarians—they've left my home in shambles!"
"Yeah…well, I'll leave you to it. My guy is escorting your sis back here," Leon said, approaching the front doors as he watched the degraded man whimper at the mess.
As he left the bounds of the castle, he stepped out of the entrance just as the younger sister of Darius was approaching.
"He's in there," Leon said, pointing behind him. "The guy is in pretty bad shape, so you might want to get some specialists out here."
