Otohime was still bewildered.
This seemed different from what she had imagined.
Those cryptic words sounded like they had nothing to do with love.
But she also knew that everyone had secrets.
Since Shyarly did not want to tell her more, she would not pry.
"All right, I promise, Shyarly.
I'll tell Vice Admiral Randall everything, word for word."
Hearing Otohime's promise, Shyarly breathed a sigh of relief.
Her body suddenly felt much lighter, as though she might float up and fly to the surface at any moment.
"Shyarly, was there anything else?"
Otohime asked curiously.
Shyarly smiled and shook her head.
"That's wonderful. It's been so long since we last had a chat.
Let's have a good talk today."
Otohime took Shyarly's hand, her face full of smiles.
Neptune, who had thought Shyarly was about to leave and he could have Otohime all to himself, instantly turned into a statue.
Shyarly smiled gently and held Otohime's hand in return.
"I'd love to."
The moment she finished speaking, she felt a murderous glare land on her.
Her smile grew even more brazen.
Heh. A mere Neptune dared to compete with me for the queen.
Sensing something, Otohime turned her head.
Neptune immediately lowered his head and withdrew his gaze, looking like a perfectly well-behaved child.
As though he had only just noticed Otohime looking at him, he raised his head and gave her an ingratiating smile.
Otohime snorted, then ignored him and focused entirely on Shyarly.
Neptune wanted to cry, but had no tears.
At Mary Geoise, as the first ray of sunlight pierced the clouds and brushed over the Red Line, the nine people Dragon had brought had already withdrawn from the Holy Land and reached the rendezvous point agreed upon with Morley.
Each carried a small pack