Chapitre 231: Chapter 231

— You say it is not real... —

The judging Prince commenced.

— Yet even I, who has a short time knowing the Lady, can see that right now she is so devoid of colour that it cannot simply be faked. —

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Sylfinnier, frightened to walk to his ailing child's side, scowled at the relentless sight of her trembling back; aware that the demeanour she portrayed at the moment was as disheartening as any she had displayed whenever her soul suffered.

— That would be needed to be proved. —

Then his youngest child coldly said, unbothered to keep a concerned expression, to now portray one of shameless indifference as she continued to speak.