Chapter 187: Eyes of a Dragon and the Human Heart (51)

༺ Eyes of a Dragon and the Human Heart (51) ༻

The sobbing princess didn’t seem to be in her right mind.

It was understandable.

Despite her status as an ‘Imperial Princess,’ in reality, she was merely a young girl who hadn’t even turned twenty.

Thrown into chaos by a sudden ambush of a horde of demonic beasts during the procession, witnessing her knights transformed into living bombs, and discovering that her trusted head maid had been controlled by a dark priest all along…

Anyone would have found it difficult to maintain their sanity in such a situation.

Moreover, burdened by the weight of leadership, the responsibility she felt only added to her distress. The guilt and anguish from causing numerous deaths, particularly those of her close retainers like the knights and head maid, were likely eating away at her heart.

Her mental resilience had undoubtedly been dealt a severe blow.

Thus, her current state of tears and repeated apologies, aggravated by the effects of anesthesia, were entirely understandable.

“I-I… I’m sorry… I’m sorry, Sir Ian…”

Her voice trembled as tears streamed down her cheeks.

To witness the esteemed princess, with her midnight-blue hair, reduced to such vulnerability, was as if observing a rare and delicate masterpiece unravel before our eyes. However, amidst the chaos, there was no time to appreciate such a sight.

My gaze involuntarily shifted behind me.

There, Mitram’s body, or rather, the body of the possessed head maid, still smoldered.

Under normal circumstances, a charred corpse would be beyond revival, and even the most skilled necromancers could only extract souls from such remains. Thus, it was safe to assume that Mitram was completely out of the picture.

Yet, despite the odds, an urgent sense of impending danger gripped me, defying common sense.

My instincts screamed at me, telling me that we had to evacuate immediately.

Glancing at the princess and the female knight, it seemed that even after taking antidotes, they were incapable of further combat.

Due to the risk posed by the potential presence of living bombs among the fallen knights, we couldn’t even heal and rouse them.