Capítulo 133: A witch in the palace

Ave was horrified at the sight of Lydia who laid stiff and pale, she tried to wake the girl up but no matter what, she wasn't moving. Even her breathing had turned shallow, and her heartbeat faint. She was as cold as ice, and Ave couldn't help the fear that went through her at the thought that she was too late in coming here.

No matter what the girl had done, Ave would never want her dead. She was just like the younger sister she never had in her time, and she would feel heartbroken if she were to lose her now.

With shaky hands, Ave reached out and retrieved the piece of paper she'd written the spell on from her pocket and placed it on the floor before she brought the lamp in the room after increasing its flames close to where Lydia lay almost dead.