Selma Payne's POV:
I knew he would be angry about this.
"This was the only way at that time," I said. "Either we give it a try, or the child and I will die. You know that New Flow can heal all physical injuries. I'm just in a bit of pain, and it won't be life-threatening."
"This is too reckless!" Aldrich was rarely this angry with me. He suddenly became discouraged and helplessly said, "I'm begging you, my dear, don't make my heart so heavy. My legs were so weak when you were screaming that I couldn't stand. The last thing I wanted to see kept appearing in my mind."
"I'm sorry; I'll discuss it with you next time." I whispered, "Let's go back to the previous question. What's the situation now?"
"Next time? Seriously? A group of wanderers of unknown origins is attacking the palace's northeast corner. They don't seem to be the remnants of the wanderers we were chasing before, but more like pure cultists."
"Evil cultist? What do they believe in?"
