Yilan stared into Bree's earnest eyes, and the anger boiling inside her slowly ebbed away.
She bit her lip, weighing the words. In the end, she found them reasonable enough. After a brief hesitation, she nodded.
"Alright. Go quickly and come back soon—I'll wait for you here."
"Don't worry. I won't keep you waiting long."
After calming her, Bree turned to the adjutant, her tone soft with apology.
"I'm sorry, Mister. My sister has a rather impulsive temper. Please don't take it to heart."
The adjutant inclined his head and gestured politely for her to proceed.
Then, with a quiet order, he instructed the military medic to seal the treatment chamber once more—locking Yilan inside and preventing her from stepping out.
Lay a hand on me?
A cold scoff echoed in his mind.
This account… I'll make sure His Highness settles it with the succubus clan.
The adjutant escorted Bree swiftly to the reception room.
"Bree!"
