*Click*
*Click*
*Click*
Walking into the room, Elizabeth and Theron's footsteps echoed through the formerly noisy hall.
Looking at the Elders who locked her up before, Elizabeth couldn't help but want to strangle them.
Unfortunately, not only were they stronger than her, but she knew that what they did was for her sake.
After all, for an incident that even her husband couldn't deal with, going there was akin to suicide.
However, despite knowing this. Elizabeth still didn't give them face.
*Humph!*
Glaring at elder Crowe, Elizabeth just snorted coldly as she headed toward her seat.
Behind her, Theron had a wry smile on his face.
His right arm was still completely covered in bandages; not only that, but some magic symbols were drawn on those bandages, seemingly sealing something.
His lower abdomen, similar to his arm also wrapped; his footsteps slow but steady.
"Ha ha, Elder Crowe, Elder Magnus, it seems you both are still as lively as ever."
