If I don't admit it, I'll be completely severed from the Fahela Sect. Not only that, it may even be problematic to leave alive.
At this moment, I find myself in a dilemma.
Arsia's palms were sweating; even she, accustomed to intrigue and deceit, felt nervous, sensing a threat to her life.
Under Elder William's pressing questions, Eden was steadily retreating.
She gazed at Eden, her eyes filled with both anticipation and anxiety.
She didn't understand where this anticipation and anxiety came from.
"Am I really hoping for this priest to loudly refute the accusations and becoming anxious because of that?"
Arsia asked herself mockingly in her mind.
The monks, following Elder William's lead, pressed in closer, and Arsia seemed to watch Eden's relentless retreat.
Her teeth clenched tightly, her heart uncontrollably panicking,
