The instant Mahidfran was petrified, she knew she had been wrong.
She regretted provoking Iver, and she regretted that, despite having had the chance to befriend him, she had failed to stand firmly at his side...
Mahidfran actually knew that Iver had been the previous Pope, and that he had now defeated and replaced Adil, the powerful benevolent ruler of Paradise City. She had also witnessed him descend upon Holy Spring City astride the Indigo King. On one hand, she hoped Iver was the savior foretold in the prophecy... because even the benevolent ruler did not particularly like this desert.
On the other hand, she felt somewhat indignant—how could the savior in the Parthians' prophecy not be a noble, pure-blooded Parthian?
They followed the guidance of their forefathers, guarding this desert generation after generation... With their strength and wealth, they might even have become rulers of a country if they had left the desert. Yet they had guarded this place since before humanity was born, passing the duty down through the generations... and now, the final savior was actually an outsider?
Moreover, he was so young, so small... even younger than she was.
That jealousy had overwhelmed her lust for the beautiful youth, turning into a poisonous blaze of anger that seared her reason.
But now, she had calmed down.
She clearly realized what kind of terrifying petrification she had fallen into—it was not as though she had never been petrified before.
When she had first learned forbidden spells from her father, her elder brother had often used Petrification Ray to toy with his younger siblings. He had tried to attack them and establish his authority through that method... just as she had provoked Iver.
But this special petrification had not only pierced through all the armor and equipment she