"Truly, heroes emerge from the young!" Liwu sighed.
"Mr. Brand..."
"Just call me Brand," Brand interrupted her, responding.
"Brand, I would like to hear your thoughts on the current situation, if that's alright?" Princess Griffith placed her hands on the desk, gently cradling a white porcelain teacup—the Hong Cha slightly rippling like waves on the crystal surface—she lifted her head, eyes shining, her beautiful pupils seeming to shimmer with a silver glow.
Brand's gaze swept over everyone in the study, the Royalist as calm as ever, Her Highness the Princess appearing naive yet exceedingly shrewd, only the Little Prince seemed a bit shy, cautiously observing him from behind a noble; only one sharp, cold gaze remained fixed on him. Brand met it, seeing the black-haired Female Knight standing behind Griffith—apparently named Nemesia, every time Brand saw this woman, he felt a slight throb in his heart.
He averted his gaze.
