Isabella's determination had ignited a fire within her. She had spent enough time gathering resources and alliances, and now she was ready to embark on the most significant phase of her plan—claiming the power of Verdesaint.
As the sun painted the sky in shades of amber and crimson, Isabella sat down with Casmir, a serious expression in her eyes. She was resolute in her purpose. "Casmir, I would like to visit my parents in Verdesaint," she began, taking hold of the teacup filled with freshly brewed herbal tea. "I have some business to attend to there as well."
Casmir regarded her with understanding. He knew that she had her own plans and would not stand in her way. "If that is what you want then of course, Isabella. I assume this involves our plans toward Arcoi's downfall. Could I accompany you?"
"It would be strange if you didn't." She narrowed her eyes at his words. "Why are you being so formal with me all of a sudden?"
