"What the hell do you know?" Caman finally couldn't hold back, swore out loud, gritting his teeth in frustration and anger, "Even... even that place needs to be searched by witches, they shouldn't even live till they need to be frisked! We're playing with fire now, don't you understand?"
At that moment, a faint moan freed Caman and Winters from their predicament—the Sleeping Beauty had awoken.
Caman immediately was on high alert.
"Sister Felter," Winters pulled up a chair and sat in front of her, "Or should I say, Miss Felter, can you hear me? Uh, is Felter really your surname?"
The "Sleeping Beauty" didn't answer Winters' question. She raised her eyelids with difficulty and looked blankly at the priest and soldier in front of her, trying to stand but was pulled back by the chair.
Then, she looked down at her tied-up body and torn clothes, suddenly falling into overwhelming panic.
"Where is this place?" Sleeping Beauty was pale and helpless, "Why are you doing this to me?"
