"Lord."
"Lord."
"Lord!" As Medisha spoke, everyone else followed suit. Medphis appeared on the verge of crying, and if it hadn't been for Andreg's fierce glare from the side, Char and Kagris would have given him a thumbs up. Finally, Brand noticed Qian on the sofa behind everyone else.
The somewhat shy girl merely glanced at him from afar and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
"What was the result of the battle? What about the Princess?" Although everyone was here and the result seemed clear, Brand asked again just to be sure.
An elderly yet bright voice responded instead of Antitina: "Due to the noble behavior of a certain heroic young man, Ambeser—no, all of Erune has been preserved. Rest assured, young friend."
This unexpected voice made Brand turn around. He then noticed an elderly man with silver hair and eyebrows, wearing a white robe, with a kindly face sitting by the window. Was it none other than Master Turaman, lord of the Secret Silver Castle?
