"An entire month has passed," Glaya looked at the trusted aide in front of the manor, his eyes seemingly filled with anger, "a whole month since that incident!"
"A grown man, causing such a commotion, can't just vanish into thin air without reason!"
"But why haven't you lot... why haven't you found even a single clue?!"
"I'm very, very sorry, Young Master Glaya," one of the trusted aides, feeling his anger, said with sweat drenching his back, "but we've searched the entire Soron Mountain Range and all surrounding areas, there really isn't the slightest clue."
"Even using the Sealed Object was the same, Young Master Lynn has just... just evaporated from this world."
"Keep searching! I said I want to see him alive or see his body!!!"
Though he was the second son of the Augusta Family, he was always gentle and modest and had never shown such an irritable side.
"Don't be too angry," Morris suddenly came over from behind and gently patted his shoulder, "after all... we should have been psychologically prepared for this kind of thing, shouldn't we?"
Hearing his words, Glaya's expression suddenly turned somewhat dejected.
He didn't want to be .
But Lynn was one of the few friends he had in this world.
Moreover, it was Lynn who had saved everyone.
Yet in the end, the Empire's honor roll and battle medals had not recorded his name, not even once.
This last scion from the Bartleion family seemed to have been erased from the world by those damnable nobles with their invisible hands.
Looking at the bronze medal of honor hanging on his chest, Glaya sighed softly.
After the Wish Jar unrest, including him, everyone involved that day received the Empire's award.
The scope of this award was so broad that allegedly, it even caused dissatisfaction in the distant Imperial City of Grossting.
The nobles vehemently protested, believing that these people were promoted too quickly, having never set foot on the Demon Clan battlefields, going against the principles of the Military Department.
In the end, it was Duke Tierus who personally wrote a fierce letter to Saint Laurent VI that finally settled the matter.
It was quite ridiculous.
If the core figure of this incident had been any prince, there would be no such vehement reaction from the Imperial City.
It was solely because their loyalty was to the Third Imperial Princess Ivyst.
"How is the Princess faring now?"
Glaya suddenly asked.
Morris shook his head lightly, "She has barely regained consciousness, but... the situation is not good."
"She seems to have completely shut down her heart, aside from occasionally talking to Aphia for a few words, she doesn't respond to anything said by anyone else."
Physical wounds are easy to heal, but psychological ones... that's more uncertain.
As a subordinate of Ivyst, he had never imagined that the Princess he served would one day become so dispirited.
And all this because of one man.
It seemed that this guy was truly different to her compared to others.
The two fell into silence together.
Obviously, both of them had grown a lot after the Wish Jar incident.
Glaya was no longer the same as before, without great ambition, only wishing to marry a daughter of a baron's family and live a stable life.
He had become acutely aware of his own weakness, and thus, following his father and brother Rhein's arrangements, he joined the Fertility Church, becoming a Transcendent.
And his goal was no longer to retire on some plantation in the south.
Glaya suddenly felt a strong urge to visit the Imperial Capital.
To see those high-and-mighty nobles and to understand their hearts.
Why... could they be so foul.
Just when the two of them were at a loss for words, the voice of a maid suddenly rose from behind.
"Master Glaya, Young Master Morris, two visitors have suddenly arrived at the manor, claiming to be members of the Holy Oak Organization, requesting to see the Princess!"
The Holy Oak Organization?!
Hearing this name, Morris and Glaya's eyes simultaneously flashed with surprise.
Although they had imagined that they would come, they didn't expect them to arrive so soon.
"Let's go, let's see what's happening."
Aphia gently pushed the wheelchair, heading along the corridor.
The slight sunlight from the windows poured in, casting warmth upon her figure.
Looking at the woman seated in the wheelchair, Aphia's eyes grew slightly teary.
Over the past month, she had cried countless times in secret.
Sometimes for Lynn, sometimes for the Princess, and sometimes for herself.
The woman in the wheelchair was beautiful, with a clear and stunning visage.
Strangely enough, she possessed a head of snow-white hair.
Ever since Ivyst woke up from her coma, her once black hair turned to an untainted white.
Such a hair color added a touch of coldness to her silent demeanor.
The fiercely sharp aura of the past, along with her prideful and commanding presence, had all but vanished.
Not even a hint of sharpness could be felt.
In Aphia's eyes, in just a month, the Princess had become unrecognizably changed.
She seemed to have lost interest in anything.
The only thing she did every day was sit by the window, silently looking in the direction of the Soron Mountain Range.