"Ah, and one more piece of news. I just sent a clone to check. Rhodes Island's ship will arrive in Trimounts tomorrow."
Muelsyse straightened her clothes and said before leaving, "Saria, you know this company isn't an ordinary medical company. I suggest you try to speak with them in depth and test their willingness to cooperate."
"They don't seem interested in becoming deeply entangled with other countries." Saria frowned. "Considering the potential cooperation between Ferdinand and the military, the possibility of Rhodes Island personally getting involved is very low."
"That's why it's worth trying." Muelsyse smiled. "But it's fine even if nothing comes of it. I'll do my best to help you gather intelligence. After all, since you're willing to make this kind of change, if I don't put in a little more effort on my end—"
"It wouldn't feel right, would it?"
Her fingertip moved slightly, and the moisture in the air quietly gathered, turning into a clear stream of water that wrapped around her body.
The next second, the stream suddenly burst apart, shattering into countless tiny droplets like a broken mirror. Her figure vanished completely at that moment.
The room returned to its previous silence.
Gerald stood where he was, lowering his head slightly as he looked at the water stains the elven lady had carelessly wiped onto his clothes. His brow twitched almost imperceptibly. In the end, he merely raised a hand and brushed at them casually, using the wind to carry away the dampness.
Then his gaze turned toward Saria, who stood nearby.
"How do you feel?" the Pegasus asked softly, his tone carrying a gentle note of inquiry.
Saria did not answer immediately. She merely fell silent for a moment, her eyelids lowered.
After a while, she raised her head slightly, with an