"He'll be alright." Levin's steady voice rang out. He led a group of solemn Arevalo Clan Knights over and gently patted Alice's tense shoulder.
Alice took a deep breath and nodded. "Thank you, Father."
'She knew that if her father hadn't pushed back against all opposition within the clan, resolutely deciding to make a clean break with those lurking Demon's Claws, she couldn't have imagined any other way to save her trapped brother or reverse the Kingdom's dire situation.'
This was a long-premeditated rebellion. If it failed, the Arevalo Clan would face an inescapable abyss.
'To convince the clan's conservative elders, her father must have put in untold effort and shouldered immense pressure behind the scenes.'
"Hmm, they're here." Levin signaled for the Knights behind him to be quiet, his gaze turning toward the other end of the city wall.
Troop after troop of Knights, holding blazing torches, emerged from the thick gray mist.
