Seraph's gaze met with the princess's eyes. She looked young, around fourteen or fifteen years. As a royalty, her beauty was undeniable. Her lustrous blonde hair glimmered under the sunlight, and her blue eyes were enchanting.
However, Seraph noticed something strange. Her eyes were too dry, and her cheeks were a little sunken. Her skin was a little pale, even. These details were negligible and almost unnoticeable if one didn't observe her well enough.
Realizing he might be staring too much, Seraph lowered his gaze and said.
"Thanks for your understanding, princess. We can move now."
The young girl nodded with a smile, then closed the curtain.
Immediately, Noel marched up to Seraph with an angry expression.
Lowering his voice, he spoke harshly. "What was that all about? You jerk! Do you want to ruin this for us?"
Seraph's smile remained polite. "Apologies, Senior Brother. I simply want to ensure we're taking the right mission."
