Return of the Crowned Heiress

Felicia found Maurice’s reaction completely baffling. She shook off his grip and responded flatly, “Of course. If I hadn’t needed to save your life first, I would’ve been looking for him already“.

hen, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, she added, “He and are together. If I don’t go find him, should the looking for you instead?”

With that, Felicia turned and walked away without sparing him another glance.

The remaining members of Stephan’s team immediately followed

Maurice stood there for a long time, his expression, unreadable. No one could tell what he was thinking, only that his shifting, unpredictable mood cast a dark, unsettling air

around him

A gust of wind blew through the valley

Maurice’s subordinates exchanged nervous glances. Finally, one of them hesitantly spoke up, “Mt. Glovers, maybe… It’s best not to force things too much. We should head back now, don’t you think?”

Maurice let out a sharp, humorless laugh. He didn’t agree or disagree. He simply turned and started walking, but it was not toward the exit. He went deeper into the valley instead, His subordinates were stunned. They quickly spoke up, “Mr. Gloves, you’re going the wrong way. Where are you heading? We should be leaving, not going deeper in. Mr. Glovers!

Maurice didn’t respond.

round of confused looks before quickly following after him. They had no idea what he was thinking, but Maurice himself was perfectly clear on his destination. He was heading toward the last known

who had survived on

long enough to assimilate into the

“Find her ”

the ground. His subordinates, sharp enough to read between the lines,

spotted a distinct trail it had been slightly concealed

“After her

the valley, Felicia used her radio to check in with the

men who had been sent out to search for him responded, but the results were the

vast, shrouded in fog, and incredibly difficult to search. Despite their best efforts, there were no clues to be

stopped walking and tilted her head back, looking up at

The sun blazed overhead, its golden light uminating an expanse of clear, blue sky. It was

would have been the perfect weather to simply be down and watch

helplessly just as she was considering where to

burst of bird calls

sound. Perched on a high tree branch was a small blackhawk. That sharp, bird–like call