As the flames slowly receded.
Prince Dazlert's originally somewhat dull gaze gradually regained its sharpness. He furrowed his brows and calmly surveyed the surroundings, then immediately called out:
"Babayeh."
"Your Highness, it's so good that you're unharmed..."
The steward, having recovered from the shock of the prince's revival, came over with a choked-up voice, then immediately revealed a delighted smile, in a very tacit understanding, took off his own coat, and personally draped it over Dazlert.
The prince stood barefoot amidst a patch of charred carpet ashes, bent down to pick up the Cross Sword, his expression exceedingly indifferent, his voice calm yet filled with an undertone of murderous intent:
"I truly did not expect, that someone would dare attempt to take my sister's and my life at my birthday feast within the Sun Palace of Bixie Crost..."
