"Vivi, have you seen my sword? Where are the scrolls about the arrays? Oh right, I should also pack some Soul Stones just in case," Maximilian blurted as he hurried around his room, stuffing his storage pouch with necessities.
Meanwhile, Evangeline sat at the edge of the bed, her eyes lowered as she fidgeted with her fingers. Realizing she wasn't responding, Maximilian halted his packing and walked over to her.
He gently lifted her chin with his fingers, meeting her pearl-like blue eyes as he asked, "Why the gloomy face?"
She lowered her gaze again, as if she didn't deserve to look him in the face. "It is all because of me. The injuries you have suffered, your exile, and even the threat to your eligibility for the throne. If only I didn't exist..."
