Was she going to die?
And die so pathetically before Lord Sesshomaru, at that?
At the thought, the bitterness at the corners of Princess Saro's mouth deepened.
Yet just then, a familiar voice suddenly rang out in her mind:
"Get close to Sesshomaru. Buy me an opening."
It was Naraku's voice.
Naraku's thinking was simple: he no longer had a chance in a head-on clash. Underhanded tricks were his only option.
There was only one way out: stake everything on absorbing Sesshomaru.
Only by absorbing this newly risen Demon King of the Dog Clan could he turn the tables in one stroke from this desperate position.
As luck would have it, Princess Saro had crossed paths with Sesshomaru before, which should lower his guard to some extent. If he exposed even the slightest opening, Naraku would have a chance to succeed in a single strike:
"Sesshomaru, just how much does this human princess you once knew mean to you?"
Naturally, Princess Saro knew nothing of Naraku's ambition.
But she instinctively felt that Naraku most likely wanted to use her former status as the princess of a city to approach Sesshomaru, perhaps even seize the chance to hurt that handsome lord.
Yet she could not resist.
Because the Demon Heart of her fused body was still in his hands. Naraku could control her as easily as he once had Wind User Kagura, and could even take her life with a single thought.
So she abandoned the opponent she had been struggling against, hurried toward Sesshomaru, and cried out for help!
Seeing this, Midoriko, Tōko, and the others could hardly intervene to stop her, since they did not know the exact circumstances.
Sesshomaru, meanwhile, knew that Princess Saro was indeed not a true clone of Naraku, but merely a pitiful person under