For layla llewellyn, arvis seems like heaven, she loves exploring the vast forests always carrying her notebook to record the wildlife she encounters

one day when layla llewellyn was excited to see a bird's egg hatch but what she found was a bird's corpse along the road, she knew it must be your doing

the young and handsome lord of arvis, while he was grieving and digging the ground as deep as possible to bury the corpse of a fallen bird, he heard your footsteps

"is killing just for your pleasure?" she wiped her tears as she buried dozens of birds in the ground

you tilted your head with a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips, you liked hunting birds but — you liked watching her cry even more.