Looking at the silver-haired princess in a black dress with skin as white as snow, Lyra stood still, her legs tightly together, her gaze fixed on the slightly raised corner of the other's lips.
Murderer... Such words were too harsh...
If Princess Astrid and Prince Lucas were the same kind of people, she would never have needed to inspect the Jones Farm in the first place, nor would she have put herself in danger.
"Princess Astrid... wouldn't do such a thing..." After a while, Lyra whispered in response.
Although these two matters were fundamentally different and the ultimate beneficiaries were not the same, Lyra still chose to believe that Astrid was the kind-hearted messenger who simply wasn't used to expressing herself.
