"Scott!"
"Where's the princess?"
"I've been looking for her for ages. She wasn't at the inn. Where did she go?"
Outside Silvermoon City, the floating island's rare spot where "visitors" could come and go as they pleased, Keith, commander of Karthus's flying corps, flew onto the island and immediately sought out Scott, the lord's adopted son, asking him anxiously.
Keith knew Sherry's temperament, after all. While he'd been away, he'd worried the whole time that she might run amok on the floating island and cause some huge disaster. The consequences would be impossible to predict. Besides, Scott was far too young. He couldn't believe the lord's adopted son would be able to keep their princess in line.
"She?"
"There!"
"Isn't that her over there?"
Scott pursed his lips toward Sherry, explaining that he'd been keeping an eye on her the whole time and that there was no need to make such a fuss.
"Huh? That's..."
"!!"
"What is she talking about with that little girl?"
Seeing the little girl in the distance, sitting side by side with Sherry, her feet swinging as she seemed to gaze at the scenery below the floating city's "cliff," Keith's heart gave a sudden lurch. His brow furrowed, and he asked.
His feelings about the little girl were complicated, and he had a strong impression of her.
After all, she'd saved many people from Karthus. By rights, he ought to be grateful. But she was also the leader of the arrogant "bandits" who'd invaded their world. So he didn't know whether to hate her or thank her, much less what attitude he should take toward her.
"What are they talking about?"
"I have no idea. They're too far away for me to hear."
Since he wasn't familiar with the little girl in the distance, Scott