Lady Meiyer stood atop the roof of her residence in the Laon's manor, her gaze sweeping over the city below. Beside her, Ningtin sat cross-legged, his expression calm yet observant. The wind teased at their robes and hair, making them appear almost otherworldly against the backdrop of the setting sun.
As Lady Meiyer surveyed the horizon, her sharp eyes caught movement in the distance. Nameless, Arnin, and Lady Pherna were making their way toward the manor. A knowing smile curved her lips.
Meanwhile, on the path, Lady Pherna held the horse by its reins, glancing at Nameless. "When you go into the manor, are you going to tell the others that it was Prince Eyrin who killed the fox?" she asked casually. Her voice carried a soft insistence as she added, "It won't be good for you. You can just say that it was you, after all. Prince Eyrin doesn't want anyone to know about it."
