A group of guards dressed in red cloaks hurriedly passed through the bustling market, their cloaks' metal edges clinking against their chest armor, sounding like a whirlwind sweeping across the ground. Antitina's gaze followed them across the entire market, where the Holy Temple's guards disappeared at the other end, their synchronized footsteps fading into the distance. She turned back, feeling that the tension in Ambeser was even greater than it had been two days earlier.
"I didn't expect the Lion Heart Sword to be in the hands of the Princess, but the northern nobles may not be willing to submit so easily, right?" There were only two people in the carriage, swaying slightly as the carriage moved forward—the space shrouded by the curtain was filled with the scent of Brand's perfume, making the staff lady somewhat uneasy, and she whispered a question.
