The sunlight outside the window was bright, streaming in strands and falling onto the orange-yellow teak floor, where it reflected faint halos of light.
Bathed in the warm sunshine, Vera slept soundly on the round table. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, revealing her cute dimples, as if she were lost in a sweet dream.
Yet, this beautiful scene could not warm Asmon's heart.
He had pieced together the truth: behind Savoy's actions was likely Duke Dressrosa.
This ruthless Duke of the North was willing to sacrifice his own daughter to justify an invasion of Silvermoon City. Perhaps, when Duke Dressrosa killed Jupiter Jr., he had already resolved to send Vera to her death.
Asmon now understood why a pioneer knight like him was assigned as Vera's personal guard.
It was probably the Duke's last shred of conscience at work.
