Moreover, the trial of the Holy Spirit Tree is fair and just, and they cannot manipulate the specifics.
However, after a moment of silence, Bishop Connor thought back to the many times where the Third Imperial Princess faced certain death and was effortlessly rescued by that young man.
Perhaps, for such a prodigious youth named Lynn, there was no way they could emphasize his importance too much.
Realizing this, Bishop Connor's Adam's apple moved slightly as a hint of madness surged in his eyes.
"Aside from the Mosgla family, it seems we need to prepare a trump card to ensure Lynn's demise."
Thinking about it, he squinted his eyes, devising a plan.
At this moment, the last ray of sunset outside the window was devoured by the night.
"Dong, dong, dong..."
The grand clock in the attic struck seven times, as if counting down to the imminent trial.
...
It's been several days since Lynn was captured.
