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[Donald's perspective]
As soon as I heard, I perked up and gestured for Benjamin to hand over the item for me to examine.
"Although it's only a small piece, it's still recognizable as a silk handkerchief or something of the sort used by a woman," I said after carefully inspecting it.
Upon hearing this, Benjamin's face brightened with excitement as he eagerly pressed on, "Is this something the Lycan Queen would use? What was she wearing the day she was captured by Henry? Did she have this handkerchief with her?"
I shook my head, directly dismissing Benjamin's guess, "If it were truly Margaret's, how could I not recognize it? It's probably just something the enemy left behind by accident. Let's keep looking!"
My words were like a bucket of cold water poured directly over Benjamin's head. He sighed, squatted down, and continued to search the ground, while I looked up somewhat painfully, feeling the anxiety in my heart threatening to engulf me.
