"What a clown! He just had to spoil everything," Marina lamented, her voice tinged with frustration.
Chara, however, was unfazed by Marina's theatrics. All she could think about was reaching Arabella as quickly as possible, her mind racing with urgency.
As Marina began her descent down the empty street, the crisp morning wind swept around her, rustling through the leaves as if welcoming their arrival. She swiftly landed on the cobblestone, a short distance from the group of five, like a dark cloud casting a shadow over the bright daylight. As soon as she touched down, Chara dismounted, the sound of her feet as she stepped on the ground echoing in the empty street, an audible proclamation that shattered the silence. Her keen gaze was fixed intently ahead on the three soldiers she had given orders to, the trembling tavern hostess, and the collapsed Clara.
