Mordred hesitated, a slight air of guilt hanging around her.
She knew, almost better than the man himself, how much Leonel cared about Aina. She felt like she should tell Leonel about Aina's current condition. But, at the same time, she knew that Leonel was about to do something foolish again. If he was distracted by other thoughts, his life would definitely be in more danger.
Unfortunately, due to the fact Mordred hesitated, Leonel had already disconnected before she could make a final decision, leaving her at a loss.
"Empress!"
Meralda's call woke Mordred from her stupor.
At that moment, Noah and Arthur were already about to clash with the frontline of White City's army.
Mordred's lost expression became steely, a baleful aura swirling around her. Vast amounts of Dark Elemental Force surged, her black dress fluttering in the wind.
Her slender fingers wrapped around a wand as her figure rose into the air.
