"By the way, where's Rafine? Did she go out?" Alvaron asked Anastasia, his brow furrowed in confusion.
Anastasia smiled gently and shook her head.
"No, dear. Rafine is in her room," she replied softly.
Alvaron's frown deepened, clearly showing his dissatisfaction. "How can she be confined to her room when the Prince and Princess are about to return?"
All this time, he had always praised Rafine and never scolded her. Yet now, for the first time, he was displeased.
Still, his frustration was understandable. Nolan and Elina were their heroes—the ones who had resolved the crisis in the eastern region.
Yet the girl had acted inappropriately, locking herself away just as Nolan and Elina were about to leave.
"I'm here, Father."
At that moment, a sweet voice came from behind them. They all turned to see Rafine.
But strangely, she wasn't wearing her usual casual dress. Instead, she wore white armor.
