"...." Robin's brows drew together tightly, his expression darkening with the weight of his thoughts. If Rinara, who wasn't even from one of the ancient ruling bloodlines, had something as powerful as a purple defensive barrier to shield her, then what about Helen—the direct heiress of the prestigious Destra family? The very same Helen that both Neri and the mysterious All-Seeing god had spoken of with such gravity, claiming that her father had placed immense expectations upon her shoulders? Surely that spoiled heiress had been protected from infancy by every conceivable form of royal defense—enchanted seals, defensive spells, soul barriers, and probably even an arsenal of curses designed to retaliate upon attackers.