It was a sunny morning and the throne hall of the Vitalis Castle had been partially lit by the offending ball of fire. Jerome of course didn’t want to get caught up by the sun’s rays and get fried up, so he moved forward as cautiously as he could to where his master usually sat.
Normally, Cord’s shadows would block the sun’s rays out, but now, they didn’t. Or it was that the Master himself didn’t care of the bright light and chose not to block it.
Jerome couldn’t ascertain why his Master did so, but he chose to keep the question to himself.