Time passed by minute by minute, but the Western private soldiers who should have arrived long ago were still nowhere to be seen, and the initial noise outside the terrace even turned into silence.
No more private soldiers climbed onto the terrace or rushed into the banquet hall. It was so quiet outside as if nothing had happened.
Link's hands kept shaking. When her eyes suddenly caught sight of the orange flare flashing across the window, she dejectedly loosened her hands that were clasping Felicity's shoulders.
That flare was a common means of communication used by the Imperial Army. It seemed that what Victor said before was indeed true.
When she colluded with her brother to surround this place, she had already fallen into a deeper trap.
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