Yet she still felt an emptiness in her heart, as if she had lost something, forgotten something.
She exhaled softly and said:
"All of you... step back for now."
Seeing Charlotte's lack of enthusiasm, the clergy wisely withdrew.
Only the Guardian's Staff remained.
"True Ancestor, Your Majesty, you seem to have something on your mind?"
It asked.
Charlotte glanced at it, about to respond, but suddenly a thought surfaced in her mind:
Haral is not to be trusted!
Be wary of Him and His followers!
Charlotte paused slightly.
She did not understand why she suddenly had this thought, but an intuitive self-awareness whispered to her that this was a heartfelt warning.
"Who?"
Charlotte looked around with uncertainty.
But she got no response, as if the thought was meant to emerge in her mind.
Charlotte lightly pressed her lips together.
Once the seed of doubt is sown, it will blossom and bear fruit, hard to dispel.
