The green witch took out cures from her bag. Orcia sat beside her but her eyes were on the prince of Othra.
"You told me that my sister doesn't exist!"
He mumbled, yet peering and Athria.
"She is my sister, not yours," Orcia growled.
Beron raised an eyebrow while trying to clean Bloohole's wounds.
"What?" The pixie asked, diving a needle to Bloohole's blister.
"Yes, like what you heard, the prince believes that she is his sister! But Prince Denan has no sister."
Orcia notified.
Sarina poured a liquid into Bloohole's mouth.
"I saved a prince, and he is the last thing I remember." The poor queer was in pain and murmured the words.
"How do you know him?" Sarina asked.
"I saw his images."
Sarnia shook her head, "I am talking about this one. Look how worn out he is, we must find his family."
Bloohole went unconscious.
"He belongs to the Moving city. I don't know how to contact them!"
