[center][h2][color=00aeef]Klaus[/color][/h2][/center]
[i]Nothing...[/i] Klaus stuffed on her loaf of bread frustratedly, turning away from the city gates as she found nobody of any resemblance to the black haired girl. On her way back, she tried to convince herself that not all childrens are the same as Sir Tyaethe. "By now, they would've been finished with that stupid Earl," She muttered to herself, not bothering if her words could be heard.

Looking at how there aren't any gossips bad enough to catch her attention, it seemed to her that the dispelling of Dark Magic was going well, "for now." Now to mention about the Dark Arts, she pondered on whether the faeries that she sent to spy on the black dressed lady have caught up to her. Leaving the courtyard wasn't for naught, she had had difficulties trusting that place, on whether there are remains of magic that could eavesdrop the conversations. She shall withhold her field report on the faeries, until the Knights set out for the Dark Lady.