The angel's wings were fluttering and slowly landed in the beautiful garden. She hurriedly lifted up her head and looked at the surroundings, before helplessly sighing, then stomped her feet on the ground.
"Celt, are you here?"
"What's up, Grandia?"
A white-robed girl walked out of the garden. She was holding a white wand in her hand while curiously looking at the messenger who was hovering above the ground.
"Has Her Highness Lydia come here? I'm looking for her. The Country of Light has sent their messenger here, hoping to negotiate the matter about the increasing trade flows. I wanted to report this to Her Highness first, but in the end I couldn't find her. She only left a message 'don't look for me' in the study room… but this kind of thing doesn't count, right!"
"Ah, so it's like that…"
After hearing it, the girl frowned and thought for a while, before exposing a gentle smile.
