# 11
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After a while, when the crossroads appeared in the distance, Grace issued her order.
“Jesse, let everyone know I moved.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
“Don't get hurt. After you finish, immediately join Richmond.”
The freckled bridge of her nose twitched.
"Don't worry. “I will finish the matter faster than you, and in no time I will be back.”
When Grace nodded as if she trusted her completely, Jessie jumped out of the cart.
“Huh?!”
Joseph raised his voice in surprise, but Jessie had waved her right hand above her head and quickly walked away. Grace watched her back as she walked away, then said to the two men:
“Jessie will do whatever it takes, then join us.”
Even at the entrance of the rugged mountains, Jessie literally moved like the wind, and quickly disappeared from sight. This was no ordinary maid's move; No doubt she had real training.
“Just as His Highness bided his time, so I bided mine.”
Walter turned to Grace. Her eyes, the color of grape green, seemed harmless no matter how many times he looked at them, but the plans she followed with that clear face were at once precise and bold.
Moreover, they had a common enemy. Walter had no choice but to catch Grace.
“The sword is not only what is seen with the eye.”
Grace Taylor...and the sword.
“A sword that is too sharp may cut the hand of whoever holds it.”
The old knight's advice passed through his mind, and at the same time he thought that a soft touch tickled his lips. Walter turned his gaze forward, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
The wind passing through the forest was saturated with the smell of salty iron. Walter narrowed his eyes as he focused his attention. From a distance, the features of the Richmond Knights who were waiting for him appeared.