Cetas studied the Prince.
Back then, when he was surrounded by a multitude of people, he looked kind and warm—waving his hands and greeting the commonfolk of the Port City Flag.
But now, his kindly nature turned into a cold and calculating look.
Beneath his golden eyes, Cetas knew that the Prince contemplated whether he could trust him and Elishia or not.
The moment of daze finally left Elishia as she raised her flintlock pistol once more, "What is a prince doing here?"
Cetas kept his aim steady, not letting his anxious state distract him.
The prince sighed.
"Same thing as you are doing.."
Elishia scoffed, "Oh? So you've come here to pray and ask for blessings then?"
"What a dumb statement, if you were actually going to pray inside the cathedral then why are your weapons drawn towards me?" The Prince shook his head.
Cetas stepped forward and urged Elishia to lower her flintlock pistol, "Elishia, wait."
