Fredrick nodded, a grim look coming over his face, which only worsened when he noticed the symbol on the back of the folder. "May I see them please? I might be able to translate these notes." he requested, holding out his hand.
"Yeah, I guess..." Cyrus said, remembering when he effortlessly brought down the Phantom Brothers the last time he got mad. He shuddered just imagining how he'd react to this.
Meanwhile, back at his newly repaired manor, Fabian was seated alone at a table, with rose petals strewn over the top. At the other side of the table was a picture of a smiling woman, and a partially-filled wine glass. "Happy aniversarry, my queen." he muttered, holding up his glass and sipping his wine. After a brief while, he simply sighed and slumped over the table, knocking over the now empty wine bottle, which clattered to the floor among other bottles. "God, if Fredrick found out how much I was drinking right now, he'd throw a fit...Where is he, anyways?"
"Yeah, I guess..." Cyrus said, remembering when he effortlessly brought down the Phantom Brothers the last time he got mad. He shuddered just imagining how he'd react to this.
Meanwhile, back at his newly repaired manor, Fabian was seated alone at a table, with rose petals strewn over the top. At the other side of the table was a picture of a smiling woman, and a partially-filled wine glass. "Happy aniversarry, my queen." he muttered, holding up his glass and sipping his wine. After a brief while, he simply sighed and slumped over the table, knocking over the now empty wine bottle, which clattered to the floor among other bottles. "God, if Fredrick found out how much I was drinking right now, he'd throw a fit...Where is he, anyways?"