A crisp metallic clink roasts out across the dining table. Amalia's silver fork slipped slightly, its sharp tip tapping against the plate, causing the two neatly crossed white silk-clad legs beneath the table to instinctively draw together.
Going to inspect the front lines... Is Sister going alone?
No, judging by her usual habits, she'd definitely bring Elise, the head maid, along too.
Although the border situation was generally stable now, a new offensive from the Kingdom of Velys was still brewing, and the Church's Knight Order was regrouping its forces. If her sister went to inspect the front, what if she encountered danger?
Compared to the relatively peaceful capital, the Liya Tower Fortress was undoubtedly fraught with peril.
In an instant, Amalia's heart twisted with conflicting emotions, reluctance at the thought of Astrid leaving, and deep concern for her safety.
Before Amalia could speak, Astrid softly began.
