Hero? Are You Worthy?

"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?

Then, from a window on the second floor of the inn, came Qin Chu’s voice, "Aileen, you were right about one thing—the day of death has arrived, but not mine; it’s yours..."

Aileen’s small hands clenched tighter, her long, sharp fingernails piercing her palms, blood dripping down the edges of her hands onto the ground. She couldn’t accept this outcome, her gaze fixed on Qin Chu: "You knew everything all along?"

"Of course."

"I had my suspicions from the first time I met His Majesty."