1340 One-Man Army

The death she waited for didn't arrive.

Sonya slowly opened her eyes and saw Isadora looking at her with a complicated gaze.

With a deep sigh, she left the place. She needed time to think.

Sonya raised her hand in her direction, wanting to stop but eventually lowered her head and let out a pained grunt. She didn't know what to say.

"Give it some time." An otherworldly woman in an elegant white dress appeared next to her.

Sonya had seen beautiful women across kingdoms. None were able to match her sister. But this woman…she's in the same league.

'Wait, doesn't the head of the tribe….I mean, brother-in-law, have two wives? There  is one more other than this one. How dare he?!'

Her gaze towards the place where Varian previously stood and she bit her lip in grievance as if she was the one being wronged.