Evangeline squeezed Danton's hand back, following the guidance of the Contract Mark as they searched the grasslands.
They searched from sunset until the moon was high in the sky, checking each Moonlight Flower one by one as they followed the rich fragrance in the air.
Just as she'd suspected, Loras was indeed hiding. He had suffered immense mental torment. Perhaps the most courageous act of his entire life had been stabbing his own female under the watchful eyes of all.
Evangeline slowly crouched down, her skirt fanning out over the lush green grass.
Her fingertips parted a few clumps of tangled weeds, revealing the Moonlight Flower hiding within.
This particular Moonlight Flower was huddled in the shadow of a boulder, like a crumpled ball of violet gauze.
It looked as though it had endured a long drought, already starting to wither and die. Its closed bud drooped listlessly.
