drift normally masked his deprivation with up most respect and stoicism but today, he couldn’t take it anymore.

Stifling his pitiful sobs with a pillow, drift sat on his berth and wept. Anyone who saw him like this would instantly feel sympathy for the poor Swordsman.

Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door. Drift immediately set his pillow down and wiped his tears away, doing the best he could before striding to the door and opening it with caution.