Vivian said nothing, simply snapping her fingers behind her.
From the ranks of the Hospital Knight Order, a tall, pale-faced young knight stepped forward and nodded slightly to the officer.
"Please, take care of it."
The aloof voice carried with it a sense of keeping others at a distance.
Yet, for a "medical soldier", this distancing voice did not leave an impression of arrogance but instead seemed reassuringly professional.
The officer dared not procrastinate and immediately made a gesture of invitation.
"This way, please!"
Five hundred knights dressed in white robes moved like white ghosts, guarding horse-drawn carriages loaded with medical supplies as they headed to the northern suburbs of Cold Crow City for charity.
Watching this special Knight Order disappear into the distance, admiration was plain in Edward's eyes.
"Swift as the wind, obeying orders without question... Prince Colin, having such an amazing sister is truly enviable."
