"Camilla, exactly what has happened to you?" Francis muttered to himself. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. "Are you under someone's illusion? Is the second prince controlling you or the emperor?"
He walked resolutely toward the academic hall, determined to uncover the truth and confront the mysteries that now surrounded Camilla and their magical world.
Camilla's excitement was palpable as she walked down the street in front of the castle, eager to explore the ancient library where she doubted there was Anesthesia's body.
After a few minutes, Camilla's eager stroll was interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice. "Good day, Camilla."
She turned around to find herself face-to-face with Emperor Draven. Her eyes widened with surprise, and she quickly curtsied, showing her respect. "Your Highness."
