"Are you talking about Little Princess Sona?"
Just at that moment, a crisp and familiar voice came from the night sky, and the next second, not one but two figures appeared on the rooftop of the inn.
One of them was none other than the missing Silf.
In Silf's arms, she cradled a petite and adorable girl.
Who else could it be if not Princess Sona of the Exeter Kingdom?
When King Edson saw his younger daughter appear, he breathed a sigh of relief; despite being prepared never to see his daughter again, seeing her safe and sound was naturally the best outcome.
Aileen clenched her small hands tightly. The hostage she could have used to vent her fury had been rescued, and she had one less card to play. Aileen was so frustrated she almost spat blood. Her heart was filled with an unbearable and dense hatred; she couldn't understand, why did it have to be this way?
