JASPER didn't feel right leaving Hanna Quinzel alone.
He understood that the young lady had a point. The crows had already caught Hanna, and it wouldn't do any good if the crows also realized that he didn't forget Princess Neoma all this time. However, his heart protested.
[Lady Hanna is strong and I shouldn't treat her like a fragile glass. But Princess Neoma entrusted the young lady to me.]
He was about to return to where he had left Hanna when, suddenly, a man blocked his way.
Jasper was about to draw his sword when his eyes met a pair of glowing golden orbs.
[Oh.]
"Lewis Crevan?"
It had been five years since he last saw the fox boy. After all, for the last five years, he had always covered his face in order to protect his memories.
"You're Lewis Crevan, right?"
Silver hair, golden eyes.
And that face…
