Randa knelt on the ground, showing a submissive posture: "Holy Master, Randa has no intention to pry into your privacy. Randa has her own mother and deeply understands your painstaking efforts. It must be a last resort for you to part with your daughter. I'm sure your daughter will understand your struggle."
Randa continued, "Being untalented and unworthy, I know I'm not a match for Prince Brooklyn. Only the Saintess, pure as ice and jade, beautiful and intelligent, can be worthy of Prince Brooklyn and entitled to the honor as the future Queen Consort. I'm willing to pave the way for the Saintess. But I have a small wish and hope the Holy Master can fulfill."
There was no response, but Randa knew she was listening. Her sparing Randa's life was proof enough.