At that moment, Black's voice sounded anxious, "Master… will the Prince tell the truth?"
Zora's expression remained calm and indifferent. "Even if he does, what difference would it make?"
She had already considered every consequence the moment she killed Luna before Prince Philip's eyes.
Seeing her unwavering confidence, Black relaxed, a grin spreading across his face. "That's true."
"But…" Zora raised her brows slightly, her lips curving faintly. "He won't say it."
Black and White exchanged surprised looks, unsure how she could be so certain.
The next moment, Prince Philip's answer proved her right.
"She fell during the battle with the Gale Wolf," Prince Philip said slowly. "My injuries were also caused by that beast."
Silence followed.
And Zora's calm gaze remained unchanged, crossing her arms. "See..."
"But why, Master?" As the furball asked, Zora calmly answered, "It's because there is no benefit in it."
"Oh!"
