"I know, Princess, listen to me. I wouldn't joke about my own life either. But I have a plan, perhaps worth a try," Ben said in the eager tone unique to players for anything. Princess Griffith looked at him, frowning, "Really?"
The doubt on the Half-Elf Princess's face was utterly adorable in Ben's eyes, a rare girlish demeanor she seldom showed. He nodded, "Of course, if we can sneak past under Jogen Digan's nose, why not find a way to dismantle the Flame Gate?"
"But let's not talk about whether we can destroy the Flame Gate; do you really believe they can lead us away from Jogen Digan's army? Mr. Brand, they are witches, best at bewitching people with words." The Princess didn't conceal her wariness at all, although this time she stood on Ben's side. Her bright silver eyes revealed an unmistakable hope—hoping Ben wouldn't take such a risk.
