In the middle of the bedroom, next to an oak long table, Lanci Hyperion and the princess sat across from each other.
Their gazes intersected over the three pieces of paper on the table, as if all the secrets of the Cerryti Empire were hidden between those pages.
It was late at night, and the world outside was so quiet as if it had been forgotten. Only this room stood isolated outside the flow of time.
The fear that was about to engulf Alexia, following the disappearance of the Great Love Poet, faded away. She breathed deeply, as if emerging from the depths of the sea, and finally managed to control her emotions.
After a long silence.
"I believe the accuracy of your information, but... who are you exactly?"
The corners of Princess Alexia's eyes were tense, her lips slightly stiff, and her words still couldn't shed an unspeakable tension.
"I am an ecologist, currently working on a project about the Blood Clan."
