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Chapter 598: Chapter 17 The Two Reunited Chapter 598: Chapter 17 The Two Reunited If only George were still here, Shafiya thought.

If possible, it would have been better if the Great Guardian could have escorted Isabel to the Holy Nation while she herself attempted to steal the Queen’s Blood.

If successful, then all would be well; if not, at least Isabel could survive safely.

But the Great Guardian George wasn’t on Glass Island at all.

Due to recent turmoil at the border, the Great Guardian was stationed at the southern fortress, commanding the navy to set up defensive lines.

Moreover, if the Great Guardian had been present, the two of them against the two Fifth Power Level opponents, they might have stood a chance with the home ground advantage.

At the very least, they would certainly have been able to seize the Queen’s body as well…

George knew about the Ceremony of Avalon’s Shadow, too.

Or should she take a gamble?

To hide Isabel somewhere first, and then go to steal the body herself.

After obtaining the Queen’s Blood, to immediately carry out the Ceremony of Avalon’s Shadow.

To bet that she could resurrect Lancelot before Isabel was found…

It seemed she had no other choice, Shafiya thought.

The most dangerous, most prone to mishaps, but also the decision with the greatest potential reward.

“Would Meg have chosen this if she were still alive…”

Shafiya murmured softly to herself.

At this moment, she actually felt a bit lost.

She managed to react immediately and rescue Isabel, which was already her limit.

But under the triple pressure of time, formidable enemies, and family, Shafiya felt her scalp tingle just thinking about it.

She even felt her breathing tremble slightly.

If she was too late, or the Queen’s body had already been destroyed or turned into Undead, or if her own prolonged absence led to Isabel’s capture…

Avalon would be lost.

They could also have set traps around the Queen’s body, just waiting to capture her, and she herself might be framed by the Round Table Hall as assisting in the betrayal, even implicating her husband and daughter.

Even without being killed or captured by them, merely failing to obtain the Queen’s Blood in time would mean failure.

At this moment, the pressure in Shafiya’s heart was just too great.

But she had to be strong—as an elder, how could she show confusion and helplessness in front of such a pitiful child as Isabel?

Shafiya took a deep breath and asked slowly, “Little Isabel…

do you have any close, absolutely trustworthy friends?

Someone who can take you in for a few days, who would never betray you.”

Her voice was slightly hoarse from nervousness.

Originally, Shafiya had asked this casually, planning to hide Isabel in Hermes Manor…

At least Lord Arthur was definitely a loyal subject to be trusted.

But to her surprise, Isabel actually provided an answer.

“…Can you send me to the Moriarty Family?”

The soft yet resilient girl said quietly.

“To Professor Moriarty’s home?”

Shafiya’s brows furrowed slightly, “But he is closely associated with the Lohar Society…

I don’t recommend you go to their house.”

Although Professor Moriarty didn’t directly appear at the recent banquet.

But there was another possibility.

That Professor Moriarty already knew that the Knights were going to start a brawl.

As a scholar, being too weak and lacking in combat ability, he chose to avoid conflict.

The Moriarty Family usually had fairly close ties with the Drost Family.

The ancestor of the Moriarty Family was of the Modred Family, whose own son once betrayed Avalon.

This was by no means without precedent.

Now Shafiya, on tenterhooks, felt distrustful towards these Founding Families.

Among the twenty Founding Families, there must have been some who received the message in advance.

Didn’t any of them step forward to issue a warning?

…Or is it that the Founding Families feel like Lancelot’s descendants have ruled Avalon for too long and want to return to the era of the Round Table?

But that timid and soft girl showed her a heartbreaking expression, “But I only can…”

As she spoke, she appeared as if she was about to burst into tears, “The only one I can trust…

is him.

If even he betrays me…”

When she said this, she finally couldn’t help crying.

Seeing Isabel’s intense sorrow, which didn’t seem feigned, Shafiya felt wavering.

She realized that her own denial might have been the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

She subconsciously regretted her earlier words, but at the same time, she was filled with doubt and curiosity.

“Who are you talking about…?”

“…Aiwass.”

Isabel said softly, “Actually, he and I are pen pals…

We’ve known each other for many years.”

“Pen pals?

Really?”

Shafiya was somewhat surprised, “That famous bishop?”

So it turned out that this introverted princess actually did have her own friend…

Seeing Isabel looking down, Shafiya knew that she had guessed correctly.

“However, if it’s just a pen pal…”

Shafiya still felt it was not very reliable.

After all, Isabel had never been exposed to social interactions, and this girl, pure to the point of being untainted, was too easily deceived.

Although the young Bishop Moriarty had a good reputation in the circles of the Royal Capital, everyone said he was devout, gentle, and solemn, many young girls were smitten with him.

But he rejected all advances, and there were even rumors that he had fallen in love with his adopted sister who was not related by blood.@@novelbin@@