Murphy nodded. He had never doubted her abilities.
The two of them dismounted before a slope, handing their horses to the soldiers who came to meet them, and proceeded on foot.
After passing through the final archway, they returned to the familiar courtyard.
The fountain murmured and the flowers and trees flourished. Compared to the scars of the battlefield outside, it was like another world.
However, the tranquility was broken by an unexpected figure in the courtyard.
Elizabeth Stuart Purple Eagle, a princess of the Vilt Kingdom, was standing by the fountain. She was bent slightly forward, seemingly looking at her own wavering reflection in the water, or perhaps simply lost in thought.
She was dressed today in a light, lavender court dress. Her long hair was still exquisitely styled, and her profile looked slender and graceful in the sunlight.
Hearing footsteps, Elizabeth immediately turned her head.
