Chapitre 785: The Most Exciting Night (Part 1)

The moon in the sky was shrouded by clouds, casting a shadow on the ground. The Wings of An Elf floated among the clouds. Eleanor and the Water Puppet were on it.

"Master sure is feeling nervous," Eleanor said to the Water Puppet as she looked to the ground. Although the Water Puppet was able to move on its own accord, even completing complex tasks, it was still a puppet without a soul. With that said, the puppet simply remained silent behind Eleanor.

Eleanor sighed, the marquis she served was nothing like this when she knew him. He was a man exuding an air of maturity. Thinking about it at that time, she thought that a man like Saleen was probably better. He was a man without any signs of worldly corruption in him; a man still filled with the innocence of a young boy. While he was meticulous, even petty with a lot of things, he was little more than a lonely child, wandering to find his purpose in the world in the end.