Aria was clueless and had no idea how strong their enemy was. But she knew their opponent this time was no ordinary person judging by how tense the muscles and solemnity of Lyod's expression were now as if this was a battlefield.
Aria couldn't help but worry about Khan. Will the man be able to fight his enemy?
Either way, Aria didn't want this battle to happen. This fae prince was her uncle, or at least that was what she believed.
"Stop it. Khan, he is my uncle. He won't hurt me." but why did she still smell the foul odor coming from her uncle?
Had her uncle come to harm her? Was her uncle the mastermind behind the massacre and the one after her?
But what for?
"You won't, right, uncle?" Aria shifted her eyes to ask directly. What she didn't expect, her tone was filled with doubt.
"Aria, if he's a mimicry, he's highly not your uncle," stated Lyod firmly.
