So he wandered step by step along the castle stairs, following the guidance of candlelight through the vast space.
He passed through the main tower, where the wind quietly slipped through the window lattice, searching for a breathing presence strong enough to be found.
He crossed a covered corridor. This was the servants' rest area. The busy attendant lost consciousness the instant he stepped onto the hallway, his body carried by the wind to a bench nearby. A tablecloth in the distance temporarily took the place of a blanket, covering him.
He entered another deep passage leading toward the wine cellar. The scent of Leithanien red wine filled the air, but no amount of fragrance could conceal the stench coming from behind the walls.
Pegasus sent the wind into every corner of the room, then silently closed his eyes and continued onward.
At last, he climbed the spiral staircase and arrived at the tower's terrace, overlooking the castle courtyard.
Since he had failed to find the target he wanted, he at least needed some other comfort to soothe his heart.
From here, he could see the most beautiful scenery at once.
The night had grown late.
The banquet was nearing its end. Drunken nobles gathered in twos and threes, while the servants had long since withdrawn in silence. Remaining in the room would only affect everyone else's mood.
Once midnight arrived, they would naturally have time to clean up the remnants of the banquet, send the remaining wineglasses and plates back to the kitchen one by one to be discarded, and replace them with new ones.
The flames still flickered atop the candelabras, but the temperature inside the castle seemed to have dropped without anyone noticing.
A nobleman in a luxurious robe slowly walked to the main doors and