"I wish you success as well." Murphy's tone was flat as he put away the metal box containing the Heart of the Fierce Sun.
Knight Armand said no more. He gave another solemn bow, then tightly gripped the crystal tube, turned, and strode away, his pace even more hurried than when he had arrived.
The courtyard fell silent once more, leaving only the gentle gurgle of the spring.
"He... seemed very emotional."
A soft voice, tinged with hesitation, came from the side.
Murphy turned his head and saw that Elizabeth was standing under the porch of her stone house, though he hadn't noticed when she'd arrived.
She was still dressed in her dark blue riding attire. Apparently, she had heard the commotion outside but hadn't dared to come out and interrupt.
Now, seeing Armand leave, she took a few steps closer.
"Mm," Murphy replied faintly, not explaining the specifics of the transaction.
