Just as Brand's prediction was slightly different from reality, an hour after he finished reading the letter, the same secret letter arrived quietly at Princess Griffine's desk, lying still on the ebony table.
Outside the window was the scene before the storm in Ambeser, the wind and rain bleak; the shadow intertwined over the entire harbor had passed through the daylight of the day, though it was only noon, it approached twilight.
Occasional lightning crossed the clouds, thunder roared, and the pale electric light cast shadows of trees clawing through the glass window onto the carpet.
"What's happening outside?" Princess Griffine asked.
"It's surrounded layer by layer, and the possibility of breaking out is low, but if the Princess decides, we Knights will fight bloody for your passage." The knight kneeled on the ground, soaking wet, with water from his red cloak dripping onto the valuable carpet, but no one blamed him.
