Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
“I heard a commotion earlier. Did something happen?”
“Yes, your father sent an emergency letter. He sternly instructed for the letter to be delivered straight into your hands…”
“Read it out for me.”
“…Understood.”
Grace hesitantly received Charlotte’s insignia ring and removed the seal on the envelope before retrieving the letter from within.
“Dear Charlotte, I received an emergency report from the church today. It was a handwritten letter from Holy Eminence John, containing an update on Roel Ascart’s whereabouts. They have determined his location to be the southeastern area of Tark Prairie. The church is currently organizing a rescue operation… Y-young miss!!!”
Pah!
Halfway through the letter, Grace raised her head in agitation. She saw the auburn-haired woman before her stiffening up as the cup she held in her hand fell to the ground and shattered.
“What did you say?”
“Young miss, Lord Roel is alive!”
“!”
It took Charlotte a moment to process those words before she clumsily charged at Grace to snatch the letter away from the latter’s hands, paying no heed to the glass shards on the floor. She stared intently at the letter’s content. Moments later, her body began to shudder.
“…It’s him. It definitely is him! He’s the only one who can invoke that spell! He is alive!!! Wu…”
“Young miss!”
Charlotte dropped to the ground and began weeping uncontrollably. Her hand instinctively covered her mouth as if she couldn’t believe it to be true.
Grace was overwhelmed by the situation too, but she quickly snapped out of it. She first dragged a chair over and lifted Charlotte onto it. She squatted down before the auburn-haired woman and gently wiped away her tears.
“This is wonderful, young miss. It’s a miracle that Lord Roel is still alive. There’s still a chance to start all over again…” Grace felt choked up thinking about the year of misery her young miss had been through.
Charlotte finally wiped off her tears and forced herself to calm down. She looked through the letter once more, and this time, her expressi
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