Bab 113: Sacred Blood

In the bustle of the afternoon, when magicians rushed back and forth in their scientific research, maids scurried to finish packing, aristocrats enjoyed tea in gardens, and servants toiled their sweat into perfection, a lone woman walked the thin path between life and death.

Ophelia remembered reading about the barriers around the kingdom and the magician's tower. The maze around the magic tower could keep a man trapped for eternity. Only skilled and authorized wizards could break the illusion.

Ophelia set foot in the same place that Layla once guided her. She remembered the concision of each magician as they skimped to their rightful places. No one paused to glance at her, they were all too busy fulfilling their duties to spare a glance.