In a dim bedroom on the second floor of the old castle, antiquity and luxury blended together, while tranquility and solemnity coexisted. The lamps had not been lit.
The murals decorating the bedroom walls depicted scenes from the Honing Empire, while the dark wood-grained walls and ceiling exuded a rich sense of history.
On one side of the bedroom, the curtains beside the enormous glass window were half open. Outside, the castle courtyard and the mountain forests beyond remained hidden in the darkness. Only faint moonlight filtered through the window, falling across every corner of the room.
At the center stood a spacious four-poster bed. The carved solid-wood frame, along with the pure-white sheets and quilt on the soft mattress, looked both luxurious and comfortable. Two enormous feather pillows rested quietly at the head of the bed, as if inviting its occupant into sweet dreams.
The bedroom not only evoked the history and stories of the castle, but also provided guests with a comfortable and private space where they could enjoy the tranquil night and relax.
But... the atmosphere was nothing like that.
Beside the four-poster bed, iron chains had firmly locked a black oak high-backed chair in place. A petite girl lay unconscious in it, her long hair spilling over her shoulders, her skin pale as paper, and her slender fingers hanging limply on either side of the chair.
Her body was also tightly bound to the chair by several iron chains. The shackles around her ankles coiled like cold, rigid snakes, ensuring that she could not escape.
She was the Little Priest among the three girls from the Krui Di Empire, as well as the other traitor besides the Saintess of Destruction. In her unconscious state, she had returned to the petite, pitiful appearance she usually wore as