"Surya, Amelia, are you alright?" Laine came to his wife and maid's side, Surya and Amelia shook their heads, and the elegantly dressed lady knight approached Laine, holding his arm.
The little maid Amelia was wearing a gothic symmetrical Western floral dress with vertical buttons, her mountain spring-like temperament fully displayed. She had already grasped the hilt of the rapier at her waist but sighed in relief as the situation was brought under control. Amelia tidied her golden long hair and quickly came to Laine's side, intending to ask him something.
Unintentionally, Amelia's gaze swept across the Grand Judge Nuer and Lady of Nuer who were watching her.
A deep chill spread from head to toe, Amelia immediately realized they had come for her, frightened to trembling, the little maid wailed and instinctively hid behind Laine, tightly clinging to his other arm.
"What's wrong, Amelia?" Laine asked curiously, "Are you okay?"
