City Lord's Mansion.
Deep into the quiet night.
Three-quarters of the guards originally stationed here had already been reassigned.
The remaining ones had to manage both the barracks holding major criminals and patrol the vast courtyard, leaving them overwhelmed.
The elite forces were gone, and those left were rather feeble.
Isabella Warm stood by the window, staring at the bright moon in the sky, her eyes glistening with moisture.
Once, the Holy Lord had shared drinks with her under the moonlight.
Discussing philosophy, speaking of immortality.
Talking about how a thousand years is but a fleeting speck in the ocean.
"The moon shining over the sea brings tears to pearls…" A single tear fell from Isabella's eye.
Love—it clouds one's mind.
"I betrayed my ancestors, betrayed my heritage, and recklessly fell in love with you. Sometimes, I wonder, is it all worth it?"
Isabella whispered to herself, her bitter laughter relentless.
Pain!
She felt a sharp ache in her heart!
