"Is she the one from the guild?" Darea asked. They were still in the stoppage of time.
"Y-yeah. Why is she here?" Avion muttered to himself again. He looked around and frowned. At first glance, the situation is pretty obvious.
The king on the ground, having a hateful gaze. His royal robes are nothing like its prime state. The nobility of his appearance was nowhere to be seen. There are only bruises, wounds, and blood all over his body.
Behind him was the unconscious princess and at the front was Mettany.
Why is the king looking at Mettany like that?
Avion couldn't imagine that this silver-haired girl would attack someone, especially the king.
'Wait... what if...?'
Darea noticed this changed. Even though her eyes were closed, she could somehow feel the aura of a soul. The consciousness comes from the soul. It is the origin. If a person is happy, it came from the soul. Meaning, it has expressions first before the face.
