Chapter One Hundred and Five: The Kind Sir from the Town of Gokhor
That being said, the Sentinel halted as she stared at the Empress with a shocked expression on her face. Shortly after, the Sentinel then scoffed as she looked away for a moment before whipping her gaze towards the Empress. "What could her Lady possibly mean? I am the Sentinel of this town."
The Empress, who was not fazed by the Sentinel's attitude, straightened her back and raised a brow as she stared at the person on the chair with a judging look. "How can you tell that?"
Haneul was aware of what the so-called Sentinel would answer. However, she wanted to slap her from the reality that she was a fraud. Wherever the real Sentinel was as of the moment, how would she react about someone stealing her identity? With that thought, she unconsciously looked at the Duchess and hinted that maybe the latter was the Sentinel after all who was playing innocent and all to play with her.
