The Pope Witch's words were subtle and polite, yet they could not mask the malice and sarcasm within.
"For the safety of the Shadow Sun, please ask Princess You'Er Xia to step forward."
Simo's teeth under the golden mask were nearly ground to dust.
What did they mean by 'step forward'? It was nothing but an attempt to imprison the last divine bloodline of Ilyushil!
Already volatile by nature, and made cruel by a lifetime as an executioner, Simo almost couldn't contain his rage.
Carrying his hammer, he was ready to charge ahead.
But all impulsive actions came to an abrupt halt when the Pope Witch displayed a lock of pale hair.
"Please stop."
A soft, fleeting doll-like voice emanated from the mansion guarded by Simo and the Silver Knights.
Princess You'Er Xia, dressed in a white gauzy gown, with a tail white and pink peeking out from beneath her fluffy skirt, stepped forward slowly.
She stared at the lock of white hair in the Pope Witch's hand.
