Rico was listening to the conversation but couldn’t attack as both of his hands were making sure to keep the handkerchief close to his nose and mouth, as one could literally taste the purple mist in his mouth.
‘This so-called organization must have used the Mot flower.’
He thought to himself, as he recognized the bitter taste, after catching Shallom in his arms and carefully placing her on a chair, while looking at the guards, who all wore masks to prevent themselves from inhaling the mist and allowing them to move their hands in the situation. He couldn’t afford it at the moment. He thought about how he and the others ended up in this situation.
It started out like every other year. The royals of Glath, Eclair, Arenelle and Cirano would meet up together and discuss the festival and st
