Emily Stone curled her legs up, hugged her knees with both hands, rested her chin on her knees, and waited quietly.
About an hour later, perhaps the servants thought the marshal wouldn't come back, the main lights in the hall went out, leaving only a few small lamps on, but the street lanterns outside Villa House were still as bright as daylight.
On the spire-designed roof of the marshal's main house, the red signal lights flickered on and off, symbolizing the importance of the Capital City's Sovereys. All aircraft had to avoid the airspace above the marshal's residence.
Emily Stone continued to wait quietly. She was actually quite sleepy, but the intermittent pain in her right hand's palm area kept her attention there, preventing her from falling asleep.
It wasn't until nearly eleven that there was still no sign of anyone at the Villa Gate Entrance. Emily Stone let out a soft sigh, knowing that Walter Schmidt wouldn't return tonight.
