Initially, Baron Gill De Lais thought he was mistaken, misidentifying the person. After staring blankly for two or three seconds, he made sure the girl tied to the cross on the stage was indeed the holy maiden Zhen, whom he had been thinking about day and night for months.
There's no mistake.
The tattered costume wrapped around her slender body. The dyed hair still revealed some golden hues at the roots. Being a prisoner on stage made her face look a bit worn-out, but it did not diminish her intellectual beauty at all.
Apart from Zhen, the one who torments him with longing, who else could it be?
The left hand trembling with neurosis, took off his spectacles. Baron rose up and left his seat. Although he wanted to say out loud, "Everyone except XXX, get out", seven out of ten people present held a higher title or official position than Lais, if they wouldn't leave, then he had to.
