บท 913: He bet his throne for it.

Everyone knew that Miguel, London, and the rest of the Raven didn't waste a second. As soon as Giselle dealt with their opponents, they rushed outside the great hall to do what they had to do. But just as they thought they reached the exit of the royal palace, the door led them back to where they came from, the palace's great hall. 

"How in the world…" Confused, Miguel looked around. 

Conan, Dexter, and Marsella were still being pressed on the ground. Fabian was still standing in the same spot. Giselle and Aries, as well as Suzanne, stayed in the place where he had last seen them. 

Was this an illusion?

No. 

If this were an illusion, Miguel and Giselle would've felt it. This was something else. 

The brief confidence that initially dominated Giselle's face faded. Coldness slowly coated her cloudy eyes, her jaw tightening as she secretly clenched her teeth.