But this time, she did not attack in a fit of emotional agitation.
Instead, recovering from her fear, she lifted her head to survey her surroundings, and then hugged her knees and began to cry alone.
Zuo Fang, who had his hand on the hilt of his sword, raised his eyebrows at the sight, then released the Knight's Sword, and continued to eat his grilled meat, but his gaze shifted to Xu Shuo beside him.
The young man, however, did not even spare him a glance.
The Duke of Silver looked unsurprised.
Zuo Fang curled his lip and said nothing more — just moments ago he thought that woman would surely lash out again, but now he was surprised she could calm down so quickly.
Even though an Elf had awakened.
But the tent was eerily quiet.
No one spoke; there was only the crackling of the fire and the occasional rustle from inside and outside.
The dim glow of the fire illuminated the space, filling the tent with the aroma of roasted meat, creating a surprisingly warm atmosphere.
