"But that's too dangerous for you, Roosevelt," the man replied.
"But if not, Miss Hilveld is in even greater danger," the young man insisted.
"I think it's possible," another person said, "With mutual support, there's no reason Roosevelt couldn't escape."
The others couldn't help but look towards Hilveld.
Hilveld pondered for a moment, her eyes as shallow as the sea glanced at the young man, seemingly moved by his determination, and finally she nodded gently, "Thank you, Roosevelt, and everyone, please take care."
"Lady, take the items from the box, hand the suitcase to Roosevelt, we'll split into two groups."
Upon hearing this, Hilveld hesitated for a moment, looked at the suitcase in her hand, but in the end, she nodded. She placed her hand on the suitcase's injury, pressed down gently, and the Rose emblem on top rotated inward before sinking in.
With a soft click, the latch of the suitcase popped open, springing outward.