Behind the golden carriage, an escort group of fifty armed Shadow Guards followed in silence, riding at the front. Verda and Clara rode together. Her massive black eyes were sparkling as she peeked at the surrounding festivities.
"Are you curious?"
"Mm." She cocked her head, then nodded without looking at Verda.
"Well, not too talkative, huh? Haha, no bother. The people are celebrating the banquet, because the princess has returned." Verda's gaze travelled across the various homes' store fronts before smiling under her mask. "Even though we're in the middle of a civil war, the people need hope, and the princess and her future spouse are that hope."
"Eh?"
This time, she caught Clara's attention.
"Oh my, are you curious?" Verda grinned mischievously.
