"The one responsible… you say?"0

Phaden, who had asked back, furrowed his brow before adding, "Surely, you don't mean that person, do you?"1

"No, you're right. The one who rose to prominence in the North and has since left countless achievements—and chaos—in their wake."0

The blue eyes beneath the hood flickered with a peculiar longing.0

"The Order is trying to keep his name under wraps, but somehow, many know it. He might even be appointed a new saint, yet for some reason, he's still not within the grasp of the order..." The princess muttered to herself, then removed her hood. Her glossy brown hair, neatly tied, cascaded down. 2

As Phaden unconsciously stared at her hair, she spoke, "We are going to meet him."0

Her words were filled with certainty.0

"But… my lady, didn’t you originally say you were heading West?" Phaden quickly diverted his gaze from her hair and added. 0

The princess nodded. "I did. But I’m not the only one interested in the West or the border regions. Suddenly, a thought struck me. Could I really outdo my brothers by acting alone? Is this struggle over the West and the borders truly what Father wishes for us?"0

The depth of her smile increased, displaying both elegance and a subtle air of authority.0

"So, I changed my perspective a little. Then I came to this conclusion. I can’t be sure if it's the right answer, but... considering...0