Magdal felt her heart clench tightly; she knew that if she hesitated even for a moment, she would likely not escape unharmed. Moreover, the implications of this secret were too significant; she had to inform others.
Wood Main Priest?
Magdal suddenly found herself feeling a bit afraid. She was momentarily unsure whether the prominent figure who was both a mentor and a friend to her was also involved. Instantly, another image flashed across her mind—a lord who was too young to be true.
But is there still time?
The nun princess's heart raced, and she couldn't help but turn back to look. But upon this glance, time seemed to freeze before her eyes. She first saw Marquis Youxi close at hand, looking at her with a slightly regretful expression, and then she saw the icy sharp sword in his hand.
"Don't..."
