Chapter 51
Saint Jericho Amayel was crying, looking up at the sky.
He was tearing at his chest and head.
"Please... please. I want to be happy. Please."
Sobbing, he screamed and collapsed to the ground.
He was breaking down.
Writhing in agony, he was gradually pulled into the darkness.
And then...
He completely vanished.@@novelbin@@
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The two princesses sprang up from their beds at the same time.
Both were drenched in cold sweat.
"What... what is this?"
Iomene stopped wiping the sweat off her brow and looked at the back of her hand.
The mark of Dulaney was shining.
They both immediately realized it was not just a simple dream.
"Why would the Saint do this? Why?"
While Almene muttered, a memory flashed through both of their minds.
It was back when Iomene was still not in her right mind.
A memory of Jericho holding Iomene and crying.
"Being near me will hurt Iomene."
He looked down at her, asking her to marry him, with sad eyes.
A forced, sad smile, as if swallowing frustration and injustice, appeared.
"I'm sorry, Iomene."
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