Bab 456: Reporting

Ilia's thoughts were frantic, incredibly so. This current situation wasn't something he had expected to ever happen.

'I'm screwed, I'm screwed,' his voluminous body trembled and jiggled as he paced around.

'No! Dad will protect me. Yes! He has to. But that woman… shit!'

Anytime the image of that woman popped up in his head, a shiver would automatically run down Ilia's spine. One could only imagine how frightening she had to be to cause this kind of fear, especially when she wasn't even the Ossarch.

'Shit, shit! She'll definitely want to kill me! Wait… what if I make a warrior's promise to chase the killer? The Ossarch and the council members should want to honor it,' Ilia pondered hard.

Politics had never been his strong suit. In fact, it was his father who had pushed him to try and befriend the third prince, despite his reluctance.