"Rhys, are you here?"
A tall knight with golden hair stepped forward, his voice casual, unaware of the tension in the room.
He didn't even notice Aurelia, whose face had gone pale the moment she opened the door.
"Richard, look what you've done… You scared the girl," said the cleric beside him—a woman with light blue hair and a gentle tone.
"Ah… Sorry," Richard muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.
He knelt down and extended his hand toward Aurelia, oblivious to the fear in her eyes.
But before Aurelia could even move, a hand slapped his away.
Rhys.
He stood protectively in front of her, his body shielding her completely, voice cold and sharp.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Richard let out a sigh. "Looking for you, obviously. Some High Priest has been asking questions—they said you retired or something?"
The blue-haired cleric, Anne, stepped forward with worry etched into her features.
