"J–Jesbelle...?"
Princess Arianna's world fell apart as every piece of the puzzle necessary to comprehend this current predicament of hers seemed now complete.
An Elixir Specialist... someone who had the capability to learn and concoct a potent potion that could be used offensively in any way or form.
"F–fucking cult bastard." Lysandra, who was confined across from Princess Arianna's prison cell, cursed in pain.
However, her voice seemed to not have been grasped by the Princess, whose azure eyes just followed the familiar figure with conflicting countenance.
"J–Jesbelle, tell me t–this isn't real..." Princess Arianna's voice was breaking, similar to the condition of her heart and mental state.
It was just too much for her fragile soul.