Meadow's lips twitched, and her gaze froze for what felt like a long time as she stared at the Forgotten Prince.
The news was boggling. Mind-boggling, and it led to a series of massive editing of plans that began within her.
But before any could reach a plausible conclusion, information was needed. A lot of it.
Minutes went by in a flash before she snapped from her shock. Hardening her gaze in the process.
"Are you sure?"
Plum, who had been watching with plain intrigue, arched his brow at her question.
A subtle suspicion lingered in his stare before he turned to Safara while he sat.
"You confirmed this, right?"
Safara nodded.
"Yes."
Then she took a seat, followed by Ziza, then Ban, who took the last available chair.
The others had begun to depart through a portal, leaving the room of the important figures to discuss at heart.
"I see." Meadow muttered before glancing away. "That makes sense…"
With a sigh, she folded her arms.
