Perhaps the two sisters had been apart for far too long, to the point that Yetana had no idea how to communicate with her own sister. So, wisely, Yetana gave up on trying to talk—and besides, this was not the right time for it.
Yetana glanced at Ai Newman and the Knight of the Holy Grail in his arms, asking with her eyes how that knight was doing.
Though Ai Newman's expression was grave, he nodded. It meant that although the knight's injuries were severe, his life was not in danger.
The Knights of the Holy Grail were the royal family's protectors. The Duchy of Toussaint had enjoyed such smooth succession for so many years largely because of these Knights of the Holy Grail. To the royal family, every single one of them was extremely precious.
Do not assume that any legendary knight could become a Knight of the Holy Grail. The Holy Grail's trials were unimaginably harsh. Even having three Knights of the Holy Grail emerge in a single era was rare throughout the entire history of the Duchy of Toussaint.
Seeing Ai Newman's response, Yetana breathed a sigh of relief.
"Dead dwarf, the last time you saw an old friend, you wouldn't even sit down and have a chat. Isn't that a little hurtful?" Solam paid no attention to Yetana and the others' interaction. Alfred was what he cared about more.
The moment he heard the term "dead dwarf," Alfred's usually composed face immediately darkened. What he hated most in his life was being called that—especially when Solam was the one saying it.
There was no doubt that Alfred hated Solam. However, he had no intention of making a move so soon. Thus, he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and sneered. "Solam, hmph. Do you know?