In Heroic Spirit Palace's corridor, Thales adjusted his sleeve as he felt his head pound, trying to smooth out the nine-pointed star emblem that extended from his upper arm to his shoulder. At the same time, he walked forward next to Saroma.
"Based on our experience for the past six years, doesn't the king's envoy usually come only when the season changes?" the second prince said, feeling annoyed and worried. "Plus, they usually come over with the purpose of—"
"Checking on your situation." Saroma nodded in a distracted manner. She stared at Thales, who was in a flurry before she sighed and rolled her eyes. She then extended her hand and smoothened the emblem on his shoulder for him while she brusquely said, "To ensure that a certain unfortunate prince is still locked in his cage like a pet."
"Oh." Thales furrowed his eyebrows and snorted expressionlessly. "Thank you for reminding me of that."
Behind them, Count Lisban let out a soft cough.
