She instinctively looked into his deep red eyes, trying to piece together her chaotic thoughts, her voice trembling: “You… are injured.”
He, however, was laughing, his gaze frighteningly bright, redder and more blazing than the evening sky outside. He looked past her, his gaze falling directly on the door.
Hurried footsteps approached from the other end of the corridor, stopping outside the door. Someone knocked, calling out: “Hero, my deepest apologies for the interruption! There was an assassin who disturbed the Duchess earlier. Did you notice any unusual movements?”
Nelly looked at the blood on her fingertips and palm, meeting Kalsas’s gaze.
He silently mouthed words, his red lips seductive, his expression sharp and mocking:
- Nelly, what will you do?
She couldn’t help but doubt the claim of “assassins disturbing the duchess,” and closed her eyes, letting her consciousness spread out to capture the remaining magical essence around her.
Void, void, a complete void. Only a faint breath came from the main hall, yet not a single lamp was lit there. Naily concentrated even more, tracing that barely perceptible breath. Continuing downward, the source was actually deep underground!
“Hero?” The knight standing in the courtyard looked up at the roof tiles, asking questioningly.
Naily lowered her head, hiding any change in expression. She said flatly: “Escaped.”
She leaped down from the roof, counter-asking the knight: “Is the duchess unharmed?”
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