The temple’s intensive care room had become a small conference hall.
The hospital room where the princess was admitted was spacious and cozy. It was treatment befitting her status, and thanks to that, it was equipped with a table large enough for even four people to sit facing each other.
Thus, the attendees of the started conference totaled four.
First was Dalton Alpenhauzer, sitting across from me. He was fiddling with a pure white fedora, and it was hard to read the gaze of the eyes hidden by the brim of the hat.
Even if he took off the fedora, it would be the same. Because Dalton’s pupils were unusually faint in color among the Alpenhauzers, to the point where he looked like a blind man at first glance.
Next to him sat Senior Sien. Lost gaze, beads of cold sweat, trembling eyelashes. It was a demeanor anyone could see as anxious.