Romantic stood aside, watching the man who had brought her out of Buqi with sparkling eyes, as if appreciating everything from a different perspective. She vaguely felt that, only at this moment, did the true Brand belong to her. Perhaps, in a certain sense, she could understand some of Brand's thoughts and characteristics, for the two of them seemed to transcend this world in the same way.
Just like when they fled from Ridenburg with the refugees, Miss Merchant understood. Her Brand was a true knight: Brand the charger, Brand the leader, Brand brimming with killing intent, and the Brand who was harsh to her.
She liked each and every one of them.
Everyone turned around as if their vision expanded at that moment, and the young man in a black coat on horseback became the center of the entire street.
