The soldier's stern gaze fixed upon the gemstone around Islinda's neck, and he interrogated, "What is that?"
Islinda hesitated momentarily, feeling the weight of scrutiny not only from the soldier but also from the surrounding Fae. "It's a protective gemstone," she replied, her voice unwavering despite the nervous flutter within her.
Islinda felt uneasy revealing her advantage in a hall full of enemies. With the knowledge of the protection necklace, her vulnerability was exposed. If anyone intended to harm her, all they had to do was rip the necklace from her neck, leaving her defenseless. But she had no other choice.
Feeling compelled to provide more information, she added, "Prince Aldric gave it to me for my safety." It was clear that Islinda was in no position to possess such a precious artifact.
The soldier closely examined the gemstone, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Is that so?" he muttered, seemingly unconvinced.
