The Ball of the Past V

"Nemesis, sob..." Brando calmly covered His Highness the Prince's mouth, then turned to look at the woman below the carriage. Her ebony hair set off her snow-white, dazzling skin, while ruby-like, sharply defined lips curved into a smile. Her pupils were as black as ink, and the fiery-red wizard's armor wrapped around her perfect figure.

That uniquely warm smile was so familiar in Brando's eyes. It was as though it had risen to the surface from some sealed-away memory, sending ripples spreading across the water, and that kind face had reappeared before him.

Brando almost burst into tears.

"What's your ID? Is this your first time playing?"

"Join my team, Su Fei."

"So cute. Who uses their real name in a game?"

"My name is Bai Jia. I'm your senior. Hehe, I never expected our academy to have such an adorable little boy."

Brando's heart was like a huge whirlpool, churning up monstrous waves. But he drew a soft breath and calmed his turbulent emotions. "I am Viscount Cadell. And you are?" He could almost feel his hand trembling slightly. He knew the memories before him had long since turned to dust, yet he still couldn't suppress the urge to ask how she was doing.

Even just a single word would have been enough. His senior from that world was someone he could never meet again.

"Hello, Viscount. We're the mercenary group Crimson Travelers. You've probably heard of us, right? We're responsible for security outside the Golden Vine Palace today. You can call me Bai Jia." Bai Jia smiled faintly and introduced herself.

But the days of the past had long since vanished. Everything he saw now had already happened. Back then, his senior still remained optimistic. Crimson Travelers—originally, the name represented people who would forever advance toward the sunset.