Yurian laughed at the antics of his friends. "I guess we can trust him then."
"Yes," Alistair sighed, "Although we don't have much options, considering that we are moving covertly."
The quartet were silent for a while.
"Sir Quille says we will set off the second morning." Alistair glanced at their luggage. "We can take this chance to recharge before setting off."
"Shall we explore the town then?" Marianne giggled in excitement.
"It…should be fine," Alistair looked at Marianne's invigorated face and chuckled.
"Let's move all this luggage first and air the carriage," Yurian climbed into the carriage and crawled towards the other side to open the other door. "Let's ask for a cleaning service as well as its pretty dusty—Argh!"
…
Libitina wanted to die of shame.
She had finished her 'dish-washing', which was just clearing the plates of waste before soaking it into a machine. Since there was still time before the dinner rush, Brian had sent her to the stables to help Briar in her work.
'I knew I shouldn't have been curious.' The gold on a particular carriage had caught her eye and she couldn't help but risk being the cat that got killed. The moment she got closer to inspect the intricate patterns on the delicate carriage door, she heard voices coming from the restaurant. Instinct led her to stifle all movement and breathe lightly.
'Wait…Royal Highness? Auglarus? Sylvester?'
Libitina's heart started thumping in fear when Alistair scanned his surroundings, but he did not detect her presence.
'Could Alistair have made a mistake in his magic?'
The next moment, she felt the blunt edge of the door push against her back which had been leaning heavily against it. In shock, she could not help but stumble forward and let out a squawk. "Argh!"
'Delicate door! What delicate door is this! It's an iron plate!'
Pain rocketed through her as she tumbled before stabling herself on the ground.
"Argh!" Surprisingly, the person who appeared behind her was shocked as well and yelled. Libitina was irritated. 'What the heck are you screaming for? Are you the one who got hurt?'
"Yurian! Yurian, what's going on?" a sweet female voice cried.
"No, no, I'm fine, but who is this?" the person, who had yelled, replied.
'So, they are really them?' When Libitina heard the girl called the name 'Yurian', she finally returned to reality and lifted her head.
As Yurian was the closest to her, he reached out his hand towards her, as if to help her up. His blonde hair was windswept, his eyes sparkling in their emerald green. Unknowingly, her heart started to beat faster when she saw the naked concern in his eyes.
Behind him, Marianne's rosy cheeks and blood-red lips were set against her fair skin and ebony hair, as she peeked out in concern from the back of the carriage, while the handsome Alistair and devious Sylvester flanked her on both sides.
When the distant evening sunrays hit their backs, Libitina swore she could see a holy glow radiate off her four main characters; in that moment, her heart was suddenly full of a fuzzy warmth and her eyes teared from the excess holy light which sought to purify her soul.
'Ah, the appearance value is really worth all the popularity…'