Even after becoming a puppet and a slave, he never lost a fragment of his unchanging self.
The next moment, the father, who had no choice but to defend his enemies by order, gently pushed away the entangled arms and gave a silent warning to his daughter.
"Run away."
Camilla's eyes widened as she looked at her father.
She tried to retreat, hiding in the shadows.
But a moment of hesitation held her back.
"Kkaaaah!"
While Camilla hesitated, Sianna took a deep breath and let out a scream of pain as Camilla's hands churned her stomach.
Even in the midst of it all, instead of cowering or groaning in pain, Sianna's expression twisted with venomous rage and hatred.
As Sianna screamed, her book flipped wildly, releasing a burst of black light that obscured the night sky, dimming even the brilliance of the moon and stars.
At the moment she heard Sianna's scream of indignation, Camilla leaped into the shadows.
But just a little—really, just a little—she was late.
—Boom!—
