Farmyrth frowned. Her eyes became sharp and full of menace: "Don't you understand what I'm saying?"
Seeing that look, Claire was a little scared; her legs were shaking as if she couldn't stand anymore, and sweat poured out of her body like rain.
"You can choose the church, or worst of all, the royal family."
"I… I…" Claire stammered. Farmyrth's eyes were so terrifying, it made her feel extremely small, like a grain of sand seeing a giant monster.
"Which path will you choose?"
"I… I… the road…" Claire stammered, unable to say what she wanted to say.
While the atmosphere was as heavy as if a giant mountain were resting on Claire's shoulders, suddenly Farmyrth frowned and turned to look behind her.
After that, the atmosphere became normal, and Claire also felt relieved, as if she had just been pulled out of a super powerful compressor.
