Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 711

The newcomers reeked of filth. Among them were two who seemed utterly mad. They rushed forward to grab the fresh fruit from the offering table, gnawing at it as if they were starving.

A few others were so weak that they could only lie on the ground. Their faces were pale and drawn, indicating they had been ill for a long time.

Just as the onlookers were trying to comprehend the identities of these unfortunate souls, another group was ushered in.

Even before they entered, the stench hit those already in the room. It was nauseating, the foul odor reminiscent of rotting flesh. Molly covered her nose with a handkerchief and retreated to a corner, trying

to distance herself from the horrid smell.

The high priests opened their eyes. Upon seeing the limping women brought in–missing limbs, battered, and broken–a short prayer slipped from their lips.

The high priests were compassionate and had a high level of spiritual practice. Despite that, the sight of such suffering stirred their anger.

The noble ladies gasped as they witnessed the women being carried in. They instinctively stepped back in

horror.

Rosalind quickly unfurled her handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose, joining the other ladies as they approached to assess the situation. Upon laying eyes on the gruesome injuries, her face went ashen.

to get

merely ran away. The smell was overpowering, and the sight

is the household physician?” Nadine called out, grabbing

were startled by the chaos and froze in place. They were only attendants responsible for serving in the main courtyard and knew nothing about the dungeons. All they could see were the thin

all

urgent plea, the maids instinctively scattered and rushed to find

injury. They were now completely dumbfounded by the scene before them, too frightened to take a step

even prop herself up. As she lay

Youu.

to die? Just make it quick, I beg you! Give

eerie laughter, creating a sound both terrifying

as thin and frail as a

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overwhelming, even from several feet away. Yet, Irene seemed oblivious to it. With her free hand, she brushed aside the matted hair clinging to the woman’s face, tenderly caressing her

now.