Chapter 1519: 684 Vulnerable_1 Chapter 1519: 684 Vulnerable_1 Many years later, in the tranquil land of Percival, tales about the Saintess were still circulating.
Although ti had passed and people aged, they could still vividly recall the young lady dressed in white clothes, standing in the middle of Central Square, untouched by the dust of the troubled world, her eyes filled with rciful compassion.
There were many beautiful faces in the world, but a soul filled with divine grace was the only one of its kind.
The sunset imbued the sky with shades of color.
The fiery clouds were noticeably vivid.
In the lingering gazes of the onlookers, the Silver Armor Guard paved the way, escorting the Saintess away.
“Let’s go.” Anton Cook withdrew his gaze and casually left the crowd.
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Kelly Martinez gave him a side glance without making a sound.
Anton Cook laughed, “What’s wrong?”
“We are being followed.”
“It seems the new king is not quite confident in .
What is he worried about?”
At that point, Anton Cook dropped his gaze and chuckled to himself, “I’m flattered.”
Kelly Martinez glanced at him, “What do you want to do?”
“It’s not about what I want to do, it’s about what he wants to do.”
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Suddenly, it started to rain at midnight.
The rain in Percival arrived in a fierce burst, like a large hole in the sky pouring down, making it impossible to sleep through the noise of the raindrops hitting the windows.
There were faint noises outside the door.
Anton Cook put down the tablet in his hand, walked to the door, and asked through it, “What happened?”
A voice from a guard outside replied, “Princess Randa is here.
Prince Aspen has gone missing.”
Anton Cook furrowed his brow and opened the door.
The corridor was dimly lit.
Princess Randa, looking distressed, was stopped by two guards.
When she saw Anton Cook, she imdiately hurried forward, and asked anxiously, “Mr.
Cook, have you seen Aspen today?”
The worry in her eyes was very genuine.
Anton Cook said indifferently, “I haven’t seen him.”
“Aspen always gets along well with you.
Mr.
Cook, could you please think carefully if Aspen has ntioned anything to you?”
“Princess Randa, I understand your feelings, but I really don’t know where Prince Aspen has gone.” Anton Cook was quite cold in his tone.
The hope in Princess Randa’s eyes shattered, “I have troubled you.”
She turned around and left.
Anton Cook watched Princess Randa’s retreating figure and asked in a deep voice, “What’s going on?”
Kelly Martinez erged from the shadows, “Prince Aspen was supposed to return to his country today, but he disappeared early in the morning.
Princess Randa has been looking for him all day, but there is still no clue.
Aspen used to hang around with you a lot, that’s why Princess Randa ca to you for help.”
“Missing?” Anton Cook’s eyebrows furrowed deeper.
“It’s late now.
You should rest.
Whether it’s a plot or an accident, the result will be known tomorrow.”
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“Your Highness the Princess, please slow down, don’t let the rain get you…” Samuel chased after her with an umbrella.
The guards searching for Aspen all kneeled in front of Randa in unison, their facial expressions all indicated that Aspen couldn’t be found.
Randa pointed at one of the round-faced guards, “Tell , where did Aspen go?”
The round-faced guard was Aspen’s personal guard, he grew up with Aspen, and they were inseparable.
Upon hearing Randa’s words, he hung his head low, his back straightened.
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“Last night, when the prince left the Imperial Lodge, he was in a very bad mood.
I thought the princess had reprimanded him, so I didn’t take it to heart.
When we returned, the prince had wanted to find Mr.
Cook, but it was late and he didn’t want to disturb him.
So, he returned to his room to rest.
I was stationed at the door of the prince’s room all night.
I can guarantee that the prince did not take one step out of his room.”
“Even though that’s the case, Aspen is missing.
Your life doesn’t an much to , what I want is for Aspen to be safe and sound in front of .” Randa said coldly.
The round-faced guard lowered his head deeply.
Although Aspen was a troublemaker, he was not so reckless as to create chaos for no reason.
Could it be that he purposefully hid to make her anxious because he didn’t want to go back to his country?
Although that was a possibility, it didn’t rule out the chance that Aspen was manipulated by soone.
Who could it be?
What was their intention?
The more she thought about it, the more uneasy Randa felt, “Let’s go to the Holy Temple.”
The Holy Temple, amidst the heavy rain, lood sacred and serene.
However, before they could approach it, they were stopped by the mysteriously appearing Silver Armor Guard.
“I have an important matter to discuss with the Saintess,” Randa announced loudly.
A tall and thin figure erged from the side door of the Holy Temple.
As the two Silver Armor Guards caught sight of the figure, they imdiately bowed their heads respectfully.
“Sir Deonte Basil, it might not be appropriate for her to et the Saintess late at night.”
In the past, Deonte Basil was just an ordinary Silver Armor Guard from the Vermilion Division.
After being selected by the Saintess as her personal guard, his status advanced, making him an aspirational figure to his peers.
With a straight face, Deonte Basil said coldly, “The Saintess wishes to et her.
Do you have any objections?”
The two of them imdiately stepped back and adopted a respectful deanor.
When Deonte Basil the faced Randa, the coldness surrounding him sowhat dissipated.
“Princess Randa, please follow .”
Randa’s eyes briefly flashed with a shimr, she followed behind Deonte Basil, stepping through the side door of the Holy Temple.
This was Randa’s first ti entering the mysterious Holy Temple.
It was pitch dark inside.
As they walked along the corridor, the raindrops hit the floor and the cold splashes that sprouted from the impacts made Randa more uneasy.
After a convoluted route, they finally arrived at the entrance of a large hall.
The dim light reflected off the window panes.
In the deepening twilight of the stormy evening, it was like a beacon guiding one’s way ho.
As Randa stood at the entrance, the guiding Deonte Basil disappeared unknowingly.
Randa pushed open the doors of the large hall.
A gentle breeze carried the scent of sandalwood into her nostrils.
Her body, battered by the cold rain, felt as if it had been imrsed in a hot spring.
Every pore in her body seed to relax, leading to an irresistible feeling of indulgence.
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