He took one last look at the letter, then quietly tucked it back into his coat and patted it to secure it.
This letter might stay here for a while, he thought silently.
...
As Hilveld walked out of the Royal Palace Square, she heard an unexpected voice coming from behind:
"Wait, Hi...Hilveld?"
It was clearly a girl's voice.
The voice was somewhat soft, full of disbelief.
She paused slightly, her hands cautiously gripping the handgun hidden behind her, finger on the trigger. But the next moment, upon recognizing the voice, she relaxed, let go, and turned around. Standing not far from her was a girl dressed like an apprentice, looking somewhat naive, wearing a gray-white robe and with faint freckles on her face. Her light golden hair was tied into a braid.
The girl's light cyan eyes were as beautiful as turquoise, looking at her with great surprise.
"Hilveld, you're really in this place?"
