'Look at you, lying in your own pool of blood. I wish you could've seen this, Sorsiana.'
Ilya quickly covered her mouth with her hand. She wanted to scoff at how wretched the woman's appearance was. Orelia was not someone who warranted her attention, so Ilya didn't give a single glance at the woman.
'Now, what would be better? A revival or the unfortunate truth?'
After asking that question to herself, Ilya removed the Manna that was concealing her. The soldiers all around her immediately pointed their weapons at her, but the Lady couldn't care less.
"Who are you?! No one is allowed to be here! If you're a servant, return to Rohonda this instant!" The chief of the soldiers hollered, approaching Ilya once he was done speaking.
