"Carla, don't show your butterflies around." Leila gripped her hand as she trembled with an eerie smile.
Worried about Leila's warning, Carla frowned, "What's wrong?" If it's about her butterflies, then it must be serious.
"Sigh," Leila grabbed a robe to wear and walked towards her daughter to hold her hand, "A royal order was sent to give Annalisa that I supposed can hurt or provoke your butterflies. This is what it said..."
[The prophets bestowed another oracle, the chosen one has appeared. A gift will be sent to you one of these days and will allow you to use it freely and finish your mission. Your priority is to find that key... and find the chosen one. There is a high chance it is her, see to it. We will kill her.
Toblason Royal Clan]
Leila's hand grasped Carla's hand. Carla was stupefied, "But mother, it's been years since I have this mark. And what did they mean about 'high chance' who? What kind of gift can harm my butterflies?"
