Far above them all, on the castle's highest tower, Raymond leaned against the cold stone parapet.
His blue eyes reflected the tiny flickering torches that lit the castle grounds far below.
In his gloved hand lay a letter, sealed with the sigil of the Grand Order. It had arrived from Faymere just before dusk.
With the way His Grace had carried Xion away, Ray decided against disturbing them.
Though he wished to tell the good news to the Archduke himself.
Lady Rubina Claude had not disappointed them.
According to the letter, she had succeeded in diverting the king's attention by simply laying claim to everything their lord, Xion, had left behind.
Both parties, the crown's men and the Grand Order, had nearly come to a clash.
Rubina's argument was disarmingly simple: she was merely retrieving her master's belongings, as was her duty.
No one, not even the crown, had the right to take what now belonged to the Grand Order.
