Inside the corridor, Sherlin ignored Merit, even her own captain rejected her. Was she that terrible do no man could endure her? Becoming powerful or desiring it, wasn't so bad.
It flicked her to be more strict toward them all. Her son was supposed to come back and bear the punishment.
"Merit, where us Barbod?"
The maiden rushed forward to bring her pace harmony.
"He is the lab, my Queen."
Sherlin halted, it was late and barely he used to go inside his lab.
"I am going there," Sherlin notified and turned to the left corridor. The guards bowed to her and opened the doors of the second hall, she stopped by the door, "be more vigilant, someone is tempting to hurt me."
She notified and brought more pace to her steps. She was frightened by her dream. If Athria was alive and knew why she took her away, then the girl might hold a grudge and would go after revenge.
"My Queen, did something happen?"
