Nolan strolled leisurely down the palace hallway, his right hand tucked casually into his pocket.
His eyes were closed, yet he walked straight ahead without bumping into walls or brushing against any passing servants.
Suddenly, he sensed someone approaching from the right corridor, about five meters ahead.
He opened his eyes—and there she was: his older sister, Seira.
Just as he was about to greet her, Nolan paused, startled by the grim and sorrowful expression on her face.
Her left cheek was flushed red, with faint traces of tears still clinging to her skin.
Nolan's brow furrowed slightly. Inwardly, he wondered, What happened to her? Did someone hurt her? But... who?
Only one name came to mind—Clarisse.
Was it her? His eyes widened slightly.
If anyone had the audacity to hurt Seira, it could only be that woman.
He wasn't jumping to conclusions, but Clarisse and Seira often clashed.
