Heather's face flushed crimson upon sensing the warmth in Ambrose's words. "Have some more if it's good, then."

As she spoke, Heather could not help but worry as she said, "Oh, we've escaped… but I don't know how Uncle Chester and the rest are now."

Ambrose sighed at the words. He was about to say something, when a series of footsteps sounded over.

Ambrose looked over warily, and saw a man heading over slowly.

His gaze was heavy, sending chills down one's spine.

It was Prince Auten, whom th