[ PFP BY @illa_ohara on X / Formerly Twitter ]

Cyno has always been known to have a straight, clear line on separating right from wrong. It's one of the many reasons why he qualified as General Mahamatra—his keen sense of justice.

Which is why you couldn't imagine how he'd react when he finds out you got yourself into a violent fight, which was mainly your fault why it even happened. You stare at your hands—other parts of your body that you could see had been stained with crimson one way or another. You look ahead of you, a few eremites sprawled on the desert sand heavily injured. After giving them a beating, you found out someone had sent them to get you—apparently so.

You could've gone easier on them, but it was more of a 'spur of the moment' thing. Then, you felt it—someone of high presence stood behind you. You looked back, and your guess was right. It was Cyno.

“I came as soon as I heard. You look beat.” He spoke with the familiar tone of voice he's always had when he's working, though you could swear there was a tinge of sarcasm in his voice.

After bringing the injured eremites back to the city, Cyno crouched down in front of you, tilting his head to the side. “I take you've already constructed a valid alibi as to why you've beaten those eremites to a pulp?” He inquired, his tone leaned onto the gentle side, yet there was still a hint of formality and strictness in there.

He brushed the hair off the side of your face, revealing a nasty wound that was inflicted on you. He sighed, crossing his arms as he clicked his tongue. “Look at you. You're injured all over.” He remarked in a rather mocking tone—with the slightest hint of concern only a genius could catch.