As expected, Madara and the others immediately turned around in shock and anger. The Royalists and Old Nobles had struggled for years, yet there had never been a traitor within their ranks.
Not just Madara.
Everyone present was somewhat stunned. The Royalists are almost all outstanding individuals, with even rumors like 'there are only fallen Royalists, but never surrendering Royalists'. Who would become a treacherous villain? Everyone couldn't help but cast their gaze toward the group of Royalists from the Southern region.
But it was just as they looked over that someone stepped out from behind Moros.
It was him.
Brand was both surprised and suddenly enlightened.
"Viscount Beigening!" The Half-Elf Girl abruptly stood up, looking at this young man before her with an almost unfamiliar gaze. Her expression remained calm, but her clenched, trembling fists said it all.
"Where is... my brother!"
The Princess took a deep breath and almost through gritted teeth asked this question.
