Are you out of your mind?

"Greetings, Your Grace."

The candidates curtsied gracefully as Conan, the emperor's trusted and loyal aide, approached them. When they straightened their backs to face him, they brought forth their delicate smiles, but their eyes failed to disguise their curiosity. 

"Greetings Princesses, and my lady." Conan smiled, setting his eyes at Aries. The latter raised her brows, blinking cluelessly, refraining from casually asking him a question. 

The four of them waited for Conan to state his reason, only to raise their brows when Conan just kept his eyes on Aries. Suzanne, Sybil, and Veronika cast each other a quick look, but when they set their eyes back to Conan, all they saw was his figure walking past them. 

As the wind blew past their hair, the three stood frozen. Looking to their side, their brows knitted. Meanwhile, Aries held her breath, looking back at Conan, wide-eyed.