Primrose watched as the memories suddenly took a dark turn.
The villagers who had once welcomed them with warm smiles and kind words were now carrying axes and burning torches.
The same people who used to say that a simple life was the greatest blessing now wanted something for themselves, something they believed they could only obtain by capturing the Saintess and returning her to the Holy Temple.
"Miss Vielle, you know better than anyone that my son needs medicine," a middle-aged woman said. Tears filled her eyes, yet she still gripped a pitchfork tightly in her hands.
"I promise I won't hurt you if you come with us," another villager added. "Besides, why are you refusing to be rescued? Hasn't this bastard Lycan kidnapped you?!"
It was strange.
Not long ago, these same people had never stopped praising Edmond.
They always said he was the hardest-working man in the village and that life had become much easier after he settled there.
