Chapter 1510: 677 Dragged into Hell_2

Hearing a familiar language in such a setting was rather intriguing.

But to Anton Cook and Kelly Martinez, it was undoubtedly shocking.

Nothing else, this sound was too familiar to their ears.

Atop the grandstand, the young king and Young Lady White stood side by side, both of them young and noble, exuding a stateliness that perfectly complemented the other. In the whole church, no one could detract from their combined radiance.

The young king looked down at the woman at the foot of the stairs, "Who are you?"

The woman smiled and said, "I'm an old acquaintance of the Saintess."

The woman removed her hood, revealing a fine but extremely pale and weak countenance.

Kelly Martinez's pupils contracted, her gaze fixed on the woman.

It was Alora Hart, notorious in their country, like a rat crossing the street, who had been subject to a red arrest warrant.

She wasn't aware that Alora Hart was dying of her terminal illness, that she had but a short time to live.