An hour later, the Prince of Constellation, who had just finished dressing up in the Blood Court, walked down the corridor to the Hall of Heroes, accompanied by Ralf and Wya.
Thales took a deep breath and passed through a group of soldiers who were looking at his guards with fierce gazes. He looked at the familiar pattern and layout of Heroic Spirit Palace.
"Are you all right, Your Highness?" This came from the concerned Wya.
"Never better," Thales replied with a blank expression. "Why do you ask?"
"Because when I was outside, Lord Putray told me that young Roknee came to propose... If it bothers you…" Wya suddenly became quiet. He turned his head and saw that Ralf had clasped his shoulders tightly. His gaze was harsh as he shook his head vigorously.
"Look, this is the problem." Thales exhaled. "Everyone thinks the same, even you."
Wya and Ralf faced each other.
