At the same time, within the heart of Ironblood City…
Inside her private chambers, the Third Princess lay restless upon her bed, tossing and turning without reprieve.
Suddenly, a maid burst into the room, breathless and pale with urgency.
"Y-Your Highness… something terrible has happened!"
The Third Princess immediately sat upright, tension written all over her face.
"What is it?"
The maid tried to steady her breathing before replying in a quivering voice, "Just now, news arrived from the Church… The magic train that was supposed to bring Lord Alan back—it… it met with an accident. The survival rate is estimated at less than twenty percent…"
"What?!"
The Third Princess leapt out of bed and headed for the door without a second thought.
The maid quickly rushed to stop her.
"Please, Your Highness—right now, the Church is busy comforting the families of victims. Everyone there is overwhelmed… You won't be able to get any solid information even if you go."
