For a moment, the broken world of the Golden Tree fell completely silent. That grand and magnificent Golden Tree, once vibrant with life, now hovered on the brink of death. Its golden light was no more, leaves continued to fall, and the black-red liquid from its wounds had nearly dried up. The two hidden powers both sensed this divine being's life was waning.
Once the protection from this third-era divine being is lost, what will Moncalleta become? They dared not imagine.
"Your Majesty, is there no other way?" James couldn't help but ask. The Celestial Principle School greatly respected the Princess, and Estella's sensitivity in celestial principles was rare.
"Shouldn't you personally see the Pope?" Kundra also suggested, though as he said it, both men knew there wasn't much chance; it was just that the method was too cruel.
"For the Kingdom, anyone can be sacrificed," Ola the Eighteenth calmly stated. "Teachers, please, the rest is family matter."
