Carla Carr narrowly escaped a disaster, not being violated.
But now she felt so desperate, wondering who would find her in this desolate place...
Alexander Kingsley, oh, where are you! The Crown Prince has come, where are you!
She felt utterly helpless.
Already feeling helpless enough, who would have thought... that the sky suddenly started pouring rain, splashing down.
Raindrops trickled down onto her body.
Her hands and feet were tied, leaving them numb and extremely uncomfortable.
Almost in despair, she didn't notice a tall and upright silhouette approaching her from behind. Before she could react, the rope on her hands was untied.
A man's low voice sounded: "Little rascal! Sorry, I'm late!"
Then, he pulled her into his arms.
"Mm—" Her face bumped into his chest, and she felt herself being tightly embraced by him.
