
Arslan Galie is still in Lunar Orchis, locked in a dungeon with An. He noticed the burning torch and was the light in this place, his gaze also led to the giant of the type of veridis who was asleep with the haystack.
Arslan took a breath and had already counted the days, at least he had actually been locked up in this place for more than four days. I don't know when Helena Vennamous got her out of this prison.
"I can't wait too long. There's something important I have to do" Arslan clenched his hand and walked toward the cell door as he heard footsteps.
The iron door before Arslan opened and a man began to walk in. The magic knight from Lunar Orchis looked at Arslan and then opened his voice. He said, "You'll come with me soon."
"Am I now free?" Arslan remained calm.
"I was just asked to take you to see Miss Helena. Your question just now I can't be sure,"
"Alright, show me the way." Arslan looked towards An first before sighing. He doesn't want to disturb his good friend's sleep and then decides to let An stay here. He himself began to follow the magic knight Lunar Orchis and left the dungeon.
Arslan watched the surroundings and he was taken into a room, then asked to clean himself up. There were two female servants from the human race who helped prepare clothes for her.
On the other hand, Helena Vennamous is in a large room with a thick glass dome as its roof. There are many stars visible from that glass and a stunning night view.
Under the glass dome, there is a small artificial forest whose trees have colorful leaves. There are many plants and flowers in the middle of which there is a set of chairs with dishes on the table.
Helena Vennamous sits on one of the chairs and is seen staring at the envelope containing the letter on the table. The inscription on the envelope was named Gearl Howl and the seal stamp of three petals which was the identity of the dwarf race.
Helena Vennamous actually received a reply from Gearl Howl last night and has been thinking about it until now. His facial expression looked unkind, as if it was mixed with a sense of annoyance and shame simultaneously.
Helena Vennamous clenched her hands as she began to hear the sound of the door of this room being opened. He also saw the figure of a short-bodied young man and in a neat light green dress.
The young man was 1.3 meters tall with dark brown hair. Helena Vennamous just noticed well that under the moonlight, this subject had a greenish glow in her eyes.
The subject's facial expression was calm, it was hard to tell what was really on his mind at the moment. On the other hand, the one who felt awkward and predictable was precisely Helena Vennamous herself.
"You looking for me?"
Arslan noticed the facial expression of the girl before him and was honest in the softness of the moonlight.... The beauty of Helena Vennamous is undeniable. Moreover, this girl in a light blue dress that is quite open, but still graceful.
Arslan breathed slowly before reaching out and grabbing the teapot on the table. Both of his forehead moved slightly as he knew that the contents inside the teapot were warm teas with a fairly distinctive aroma.
"Looks like you found what you were looking for" Arslan opened his voice when he saw a letter on the table symbolizing three petals. Even without reading the name of the sender of the letter, he already knew that the letter was from Gearl Howl.
Helena Vennamous turned her face away and appeared to be biting her small lips. Arslan took the cup and played it for a moment before looking straight. The figure in front of him clearly looked extremely difficult even to say 'sorry' to him.
"No need to say anything, Miss Helena. You kept your promise by feeding me 9 meals a day. Honestly, this is the first time I've ever felt like I couldn't see a potato anymore,"
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"I-it's.." the red color on Helena's white cheeks looks brighter. The fact that he got clearly made him even more unable to stare at this figure before him.
Arslan watched the beautiful girl sitting on the chair, right opposite her. He was just about to speak back when he heard the soft voice of the beautiful bodied figure in front of him right now.
"I... I know everything..." Helena touched her own arm and said, "I met Mr. Trian and... And send a letter to Mr. Gearl. That's-"
"So how? Do you still want to lock me up or do you want to kill me?" Arslan asked without tone and made the subject in front of him flinch.
"I-that's where it might be. I'm..."
"Miss Helena, I'm sorry."
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