"Who are you?"
"Who are you all?"
Philas and Freyja asked simultaneously.
"We are the Cruz envoy," a voice called from behind, commanding, "Philas, disarm her sword."
Philas was stunned and turned around, only to find that the person issuing the command was none other than Miss Delphine, the Prime Minister's daughter. He saw her coldly watching from there, ordering mercilessly, "Philas, you now represent the Empire's honor. If she dares to resist, kill her!"
"Miss Delphine?" Laurena certainly heard Delphine's command clearly, and her heart was alarmed. She originally thought Delphine would come to trouble that Lord, but didn't expect her to be so decisive, to right away talk about killing.
Of course, killing wasn't something she needed to consider. The key was if Philas, her fiancé, acted rashly, she knew he would certainly cause a big mess here.
