Isabel, in Yulia's form, sat quietly and obediently in the carriage. Sitting opposite her was a beautiful woman with long, platinum-blond curls.
This carriage had not come from some accomplice sent to support her, nor was it one of the open carriages commonly seen by the roadside.
It belonged to a knightly or merchant family. The carriage was furnished with fruit and exquisite decorations, while the soft cushion beneath her made riding in it far less torturous.
The woman had simply stopped it by the roadside.
With only a single glance, she had taken complete control of its occupants.
Without asking what she intended to do, the occupants had smoothly and naturally gotten out of their own carriage and given it to her. When the people inside warmly said goodbye to her and left, they had not sensed anything amiss. They had not even looked at Yulia once.
Once Yulia got into the carriage, the woman drew the curtains shut. Thus, no one outside could see that "Yulia" was inside.
In the dim space, pink light flowed through the woman's pupils. Within the enclosed carriage, that sweet scent grew even more intense.
Isabel clearly felt her consciousness growing hazier again. Soon, she would fall back into that bewitched state.
This absolutely can't happen.
That thought rose in Isabel's mind.
Although she did not know who the woman was, the other party had clearly come to cause trouble for Yulia.
Even Bishop Mathers had been controlled without making a sound. That meant she was probably a Fifth Level transcendent.
In that case, she was most likely that Countess Emma from Stannom.
If she exposed her true identity now, it might indeed stop the other's criminal actions... but there was an even greater chance that she would fall into deeper trouble.
Whether