Bab 113: ONE HUNDRED THIRTEEN: Goddess Divine

Kel's throat tightened as she once again thought of Lila and Alaia.

"Don't live and die for the futile dream of your ancestors," she plead, emotion filling her voice. "Live for yourself. And die only after you've made memories worth leaving behind."

That was it. She had said everything she'd wanted to say to these people.

Everything she wished she could convey to the two women whose bodies had already gone cold.

Had her words been enough to sway them?

She was somewhat practiced in verbal confrontations thanks to her position in Mevani as Adriell's double. The opportunities for such aggressive speech had generally occurred at tense tea parties or unpleasant encounters at royal balls.

In spite of that, however, she was far more comfortable wielding her sword than her words against her enemy. She could only hope her appeal had been successful.

Letting out a quiet breath, Kel waited for the people to react.