In the pouring rain, Iridessa rushed out of the Throne Hall and stumbled through the streets until she reached a dark alley. With her back pressed against the cold stone wall, she finally began to gasp for air.

Escaping death and surviving was a kind of joy for anyone, and she was no exception.

If she could live, Iridessa naturally did not want to die.

But why had Andrew not killed her?

Could it really be like what he said, that it was because of her mother?

Iridessa felt her mind in comple