Vessa took another two steps before realizing he was no longer beside them.
"Hm? Why did you stop?"
Gray did not answer.
His eyes had already shifted toward the other side of the street.
Three figures were approaching through the crowd.
The first was a young woman with long crimson hair that fell down her back like flowing silk.
Her ruby-red eyes moved across the street with a calm, almost bored expression, and her dark crimson dress was covered by a fitted black outer coat decorated with silver embroidery and crescent moon patterns.
The crimson jewel around her neck caught the afternoon light.
Behind her walked three familiar figures dressed in dark armor.
There was no need for anyone to announce who she was.
Gray recognized her immediately.
'The Crimson Moon Princess...? She's also here, huh?'
The princess also noticed him, and instantly, her eyes locked onto his figure, her lips curling up slighly before she walked directly towards him.
