"Hmm?"
"What's wrong?"
In the bright and warm second floor of the Prophet's Society, Princess Margaret asked Shard curiously.
She was sitting with Shard, Lecia, Princess Angelina, Sir Plisha, and the local Carsonrick poet Miss Yewa Swift, listening to Shard recite his detective story.
At this moment, the salon was at a lively point, with people gathering to discuss topics of interest with acquaintances, occasionally accompanied by exclamations and applause.
Shard was just recounting his story about helping Mr. Hank solve the "night haunting" when he abruptly paused and glanced outside the window.
Lecia lifted her teacup, concealing her worried expression, while the others were clueless about Shard's sudden behavior. The night outside remained serene, and the Prophet's Society was aware of potential happenings tonight, ensuring these prestigious guests wouldn't notice the outside disturbances.
