He could almost imagine the days of future wealth rolling in. If Philas weren't the firstborn son of the Prince of the Cruz Empire, he might have been tempted to permanently detain the other party.
Of course, it's not that he doesn't have that thought now.
And with the previous conversation between Brand and Philas, the atmosphere within the convoy suddenly became harmonious, and the conversation gradually became more casual. However, Brand still noticed an exception. He turned around—while the convoy was marching on the avenue with the jingling sounds, shadows flickered, and the sunlight through the branches after noon dyed the entire woodland into a dreamlike color. Yet among everyone, Frey rode alone on horseback at the very edge of the team, as if in a separate world, her head bowed, repeatedly examining the Stone Tablet in her hands.
