Isis nibbled on the cream puff dessert, stunned and speechless as she watched the commotion unfold between two groups nearby, "Your big brother Liszt is sitting right here, hey."
"Aren't you going to help? Those burly guys even called out your name."
After a reunion of eight years.
Isis was no longer the timorous and well-mannered noble girl. There were attendants guarding her side, not afraid of any trouble, but she puzzled over why Liszt had come to Aran without any formidable followers, even though his influence radiated to the inland, the center of the world in Aran.
Duguli, known for its arts and culture, was a place with excellent public order. Whenever there was a disturbance, there was no intention to join the turmoil; upon seeing homegrown Aran forces clash with those from the East Sea, everyone would avoid them and quickly pay their bills to leave.
