About ten minutes later, the girl came back holding her skirt, her face slightly pale. She hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth—
But the deafening roar from outside drowned out her voice.
The explosion's flash reflected between them, as Hilveld silently watched the other person. Florence made a gesture before saying, "Lord Earl is unwilling to take this risk, Hilveld, I think it's better for you to give up."
She sighed. "Do you think they care about the alliance between Istania and Colin? Besides, the King of Sand isn't here at all, that's the covenant between the Colin Royal Family and every King of Sand."
Hilveld smiled slightly, not mentioning Aleph, understanding that a Crown Prince wouldn't be of much use at this moment. An explosion sounded, the dazzling flash reflecting on her profile, like a crescent moon.
"Florence, go and tell them one more thing."
There was a sly glimmer in her eyes. "Just say... I am here, fallen into the hands of the Sand Thieves..."
