No matter how excellent Philis might have been, she was only a human, and to have human blood flowing through her own veins was an absolute defilement of her nobility and sanctity.
...
"My dearest child..."
On the other side, within the Hero's palace, Asina suddenly stood up, her voluptuous body subtly quivering.
Her chestnut-brown eyes swept around, her expression extraordinarily solemn as her lips parted sharply to shout, "Who's there?"
"Come out!"
The Magic Wand had already appeared in her palm, Magic Power churning, causing a disturbance that fluttered the curtains. Under the moonlight, the room looked shadowy and eerie.
In the room, there was no one else but herself.
Only the candlelight flickered slightly, dispelling the darkness in the room.
Asina's throat moved slightly, the oppression in her heart did not lessen at all; in fact, it grew more intense. The voice she had heard by her ear was not an illusion.
