Cornelia took in Xiao Ran's words, but she did not understand what he meant. Yet in her eyes, the man before her seemed to know a great many things. She suddenly pushed Xiao Ran away and stepped back two paces, staring at him. "What exactly do you know?"
Xiao Ran did not care about Cornelia's reaction at all. He smiled faintly. "Whether it is the Empire, the Knights of the Round, or talented children like you, you are all merely tools Charles can use to achieve his goals. Any obstacle standing in his way—like Nanalie—though he may not be stingy with the most basic affection expected of a father, he also would not hesitate to kick that obstacle aside. The premise is that the obstacle must still be of some use to him."
"Since you know Nanalie is in Euphemia's Governor's Mansion, then you should know there is something wrong with her eyes and legs. The one who personally caused all of this was your father, the Emperor of Britannia. I only want to tell you this: you may care about this family bond, but he may not care whose blood runs through your veins."
After saying that, Xiao Ran turned to leave. He did not stop until he reached the door. "I will keep my promise. I hope you will keep yours as well."
"I will."
Xiao Ran nodded lightly, opened the office door, and walked out. After leaving the Command Center, he looked up at the gradually darkening sky, shook his head softly, and headed unhurriedly toward the military hospital inside the base.
It did not take Xiao Ran long to enter one of the hospital rooms and meet Knight Monica, the Knight of the Round who had been injured fighting on the front lines and sent back