Clelia's smile faltered. She frowned slightly, as if genuinely considering the feasibility of his proposal. "But... even without her, couldn't I just find someone else?"
Hearing the question in her tone, Wei'en thought, 'There's a chance.' He looked at the still-bewildered noble lady. "Miss, may I ask your name and your family?"
Vian vaguely understood that this man was trying to help her. She said in a low voice, "The Soyel Clan. Vian Imma Sayer."
"She's from the Soyel Clan... hm?"
Wei'en heard the somewhat familiar name and looked at her uncertainly. "Are you the heir to the Soyel Clan... the one from the Northern Continent?"
He had seen her name in the newspaper before. It said that Vian had led her clan's fleet to the Andrea City State in the Shetland Kingdom, thereby securing her right of inheritance.
'So why is she being hunted now? And how did Clelia end up saving her?'
Vian's face fell. Recalling her recent ordeal, she pressed her lips together. "I am."
