Chapter 503
—All we've received is a report that the Archduke Olaf is investigating the situation. Did you really cross the Black Wall, Agent of the Saint?
Seras had continued to leave letters even after Ian had gone missing. The writing had even grown smaller, as if, rather than using fewer words, the Princess had simply chosen to shrink the letters.
—I met with Sir Philip. He asked to be sent to the front lines. Of course, I gently persuaded him to return. I told him that if he believes you're still alive, he should continue to follow your orders. He agreed immediately. He truly believes you are alive. The surprising thing is, I do too...
Ian's eyes scanned quickly over the minuscule letters. Though a shadow was cast over the message held up before his face, it didn't hinder his reading in the slightest.
—The situation is unfolding similarly to what I inferred from my dreams. I am still deliberating on what the best choice is...
—I met Elia. She didn't seem sad. Rather, I sensed a tenacity and will—she was determined to find a way to bring down the Wall.
He reread the lines he'd already skimmed through, just in case he'd missed something. Of course, there was another reason as well, though he still hadn't found anything he'd overlooked, or anything unusual.
—My brother decided to stay in the capital. He jumped up in protest, saying our siblings would think him a coward, but I convinced him. I'll omit the reasoning behind this decision since there's not much space left. In fact, even this feels like a waste...
—Do you remember when I proposed to you, Agent of the Saint? Ridiculous, isn't it? I didn't think of that day often after we parted. But now that you have disappeared like this, I find myself...
—Not much is known about the internal affairs of the North. The consensus is that the Archduke is intentionally concealing information. He cannot do so forever...
Either way, even on a second read, there wasn't much substance.
Why bother shrinking the font if this is all it says?