Having watched the two bipedal flying dragons fly away, Fang Hong cautiously stepped out from under the shade of the café.
"Were they... looking for me?" he said, not quite sure as he looked back. Miss Hilveld was sitting by a white round table enjoying tea, with Xiesta standing by— the porcelain tea set, containing Black Tea from Giant Tree Hill, glistened under the noon sun.
Fang Hong still hadn't recovered from the series of sudden incidents. It seemed as if the young lady had led him here, then he discovered that people from the Silverwind Knights were looking for him everywhere. "...But what's all this about, Miss Hilveld?"
"You don't know?" Hilveld put down her teacup; her skin pale as snow shone against the white porcelain. She stood up, and Xiesta pulled back her chair. "Your performance in the Continental League had taken everyone by surprise."
