"Carol...," a faint call easily overlooked resounded, reaching Carol's ears and leaving her momentarily speechless.
The voice was filled with barely noticeable distress and grievance.
Carol could see Merica, who had been with Shane and the others, her delicate face completely lost and on the verge of tears.
One could imagine the complex emotions that must have been flooding Merica's heart at that moment.
And that was only natural.
After all, Shane and his companions had been Merica's invited guests, yet they were ruthlessly turned away at the door by someone who had been like a sister to her, teaching her the basics of magic, even preparing to drive them away from here. Merica's feelings were all too clear.
On the one hand was the guest she had invited, among them even the man she held dear. On the other hand were her kin, akin to blood relatives. How could Merica not feel at a loss and troubled by being caught between the two?
