The ceramic tiles clashed against each other, designed to withstand rain or sun, not the weight of Levi's boots as he ran across them. Some even shattered beneath his feet, causing him to lose balance, but he regained it somehow. Levi ran across the rooftops of Trost's houses, leaping over alleys from building to building. He couldn't let him escape. Not again.

Below, on one side, was a long market where people bought food and other necessities at an affordable price, making it no surprise to see a sea of people. The guard duty that day forced soldiers to watch and wait for potential fights or food theft. But that wasn't why Levi was maneuvering through rooftop laundry as he ran; not at all. In reality, just minutes ago, a whole family had been denounced as traitors of Paradis, and the informed world of royal affairs had gone mad. Even criminals and mafia were hunting down the entire family for the reward they could get for each head. Levi had managed to catch a glimpse of one of their descendants, but he was quick and escaped to the rooftop before Levi could strike. That's why he was running. He had to catch him.