A woman clad in armor, exuding both beauty and a deadly aura, was Elena. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and despite wearing armor, her elegance did not diminish. In fact, it only enhanced her charm in some way. She truly resembled a battle angel who had fought through a thousand wars.
"I'm sure, Father. I will try to ask for his help. From our last conversation, he seemed interested in our legacy artifact—at least from my perspective," Elena answered Baron Rosalind.
Her father, a middle-aged man with black hair and a tall posture, looked her with a serene gaze. However, his voice betrayed his expression, carrying a slight tone of worry for his daughter.
"However, are you sure he wants to help us? According to the last report we received before losing contact with our scout, he was still staying in Caritas. I thought his hands might already be full with his own battle against the second prince's force," Baron Rosalind said.
