Isabella Warm's "Thank you" had yet to be voiced.
It was instantly shot down by Elaenor Wood's retort.
"You... are one of the Sealing Pulse?" Isabella Warm knew she had no chance of escape!
The refined man in white before her, holding a fan...
Was even capable of dueling Andrew to a draw; let alone dealing with her.
"Correct, Sealing Pulse. Pure lineage, undoubtedly a true heir of the Seven Veins." Elaenor Wood shook her fan, stepped closer to Isabella Warm, and scrutinized her: "Hm, not bad looking. No wonder you managed to ensnare our Lord to the point of obsession. But I've spoken to him about you before, and despite all evidence pointing your way, the Lord steadfastly refused to believe you were the one who poisoned him."
"It wasn't me." Isabella Warm's heart skipped a beat.
Could it be true?
He believed in her?
Without warning, Isabella Warm's nose tingled with emotion as a surge of gratitude overcame her. Suddenly, all the indignities and hardships she had endured...
