Everyone's gaze was fixed onto the castellan's daughter. After the crude battle, this missy who came from a noble background seemed to be like any other Adventurer now. Her long dress had long been torn in the battle, stained with soil and blood. Her face was pale, and her stare was filled with trepidation that could be found in a fearful little bunny. Anyone that saw her would feel really pitiful.
"How is it, my noble guests? Time is running out. You'd better make your decision quickly. Do you want to be killed by my pets or hand over the girl? The choice is yours…"
"Erm…" Sienna knew that the voice's owner was not joking. They really had not much time left. Although the Undead creatures around them had calmed down for the time being, that stirring death aura was becoming more and more concentrated. It felt like they would dash up to them and tear them into numerous pieces without warning.
