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

for her location through the communicator, planning to regroup with her. Just as Felicia was about to respond, Maurice suddenly

She looked

dupandi

in from the distance, rolling in fast like

of them exchanged a glance, then quickly backed off at full speed. So, that was why the old woman warned them to be

issuing an urgent order into the communicator, telling them to stay put. They’d regroup in the morning after the fog cleared They sprinted toward the old woman’s house, but the fog moved

over her shoulder to check their distance, only to misstep. Her balance wavered, and she nearly tumbled

had twisted

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

without warning, her body was lifted off the ground. Maurice had picked her

“You”

Felicia wasn’t accustomed t

was about to struggle, Maurice stopped her. The fog was nearly upon

moments, they reached the decorated residence, As he pushed the door open, his gaze briefly lingered on the vibrant decorations. His lips parted slightly, and he murmured something under

hear him properly, asked,