Sunny settled in a corner and stuffed his mouth with stew. A few moments later, the flap of the tent opened, and Morgan walked in, followed closely by Cassie.
The Princess of Valor seemed to be in a good mood. Her strange vermilion eyes were lively and vivid, shining with barely contained excitement. It was as though the calamitous battle had invigorated the usually restrained young woman, revealing a glimpse of her true self.
Without the habitual mask of composed decorum, Morgan looked… younger.
Her words echoed Sunny's thoughts. A pleasant — and disturbingly familiar — smile appeared on her beautiful face, and with a melodious laugh, Morgan said:
"That was spectacular! Dear sister, venerable Masters… you did not disappoint!"
With that, her lips twisted a little in an expression of wistful regret. She seemed disappointed by the fact that she had not received a chance to participate in the battle personally.
Morgan sighed.
