[Verdantis]
[Capital City]
"Wait, this was all set up!?" The loud inquiry was made by one annoyed and frustrated Reynard, who shadowed Lyra and walked beside Isabella in the grand hallways of the castle.
"Yell not at me; I had no part in it." Lyra clarified.
"But to think Archbishop Percival would allow this," Isabella frowned at the prospect. "If not for Mikoto, then how many could have died from those things?" She shivered at the thought of the disfigured creatures.
"You're forgetting that we could have died to that crazy woman!" Reynard reminded. "And I am much too young and handsome to die!"
