Return of the Crowned Heiress

The way the villagers looked at them was indeed strange.

By all lock, this was a completely isolated island. The people here had supposedly lived for generations without any contact with the outside world. However, they showed no signs of alum or wariness toward the large group of people who appeared.

Instead, their gazes seemed to be filled with… pity

As Felicia walked through the village, she noticed that every single person she passed looked at her with the same distant, indifferent sympathy.

Even when she approached and spoke to them directly, they responded normally, but their eyes remained cold and oddly sorrowful

It had been just one or two people, she might have dismissed it. But everyone was like that. The eeriness of it crept under her skin.

By the time the sun was starting to set, she had found no useful answers. Stephan and the four men who had chased after him were still missing, and no one in the village claimed to have seen them

Felicia fiddled with her communicator, finally managing to make contact with the rest of the team. Just as Maurice had said, the others had also been found unconscious and later rescued by the villagers.

Some had recovered fully, while the others who were more heavily affected by the poison were still in the process of healing

regroup with her. Just as Felicia was about to respond, Maurice suddenly grabbed

She looked

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fog was creeping in from the distance, rolling in fast

a glance, then quickly backed off at full speed. So, that

to stay put. They’d regroup in the morning after the fog cleared They sprinted toward the old woman’s house, but the

glanced over her shoulder to check their distance, only to misstep. Her balance wavered,

had twisted her

pain caused her to furrow her brows and her face to turn pale. Despite that, she gritted her teeth and steadied

was lifted off the ground. Maurice had picked her

“You”

Felicia wasn’t accustomed t

nor did she like, being in such close proximity to him. Just as she was about to struggle, Maurice stopped her. The fog was nearly upon them. She had no choice but to swallow her

strides covering much ground quickly. Fortunately, they weren’t far from the house, and within moments, they reached the decorated residence, As he pushed the door open, his gaze briefly lingered on the vibrant decorations. His lips parted slightly,

to hear him properly, asked, “What did you