"Rafael, there's something in the Praying Tower that requires your attention."
Fisher glanced at Kexier, noticing the dust and dirt on her body. If he guessed it right, this urgent report actually came from the military camp outside the Dragon Court, and not from the Praying Tower at all.
But surely Rafael didn't want Aunt Yaril to worry, and the order was to be carried out, and Kexier kept this in mind.
"I..."
Rafael was slightly stunned at the words, she glanced at Fisher beside her and Yaril behind her, who had returned with water and looked perplexed, showing a bit of hesitation.
"Is something wrong, Rafael, has something big happened again?"
"Not really... just some matters in the Dragon Court. Although not serious, I still need to go, I can't leave everything for Moli to handle, right?"
