The ice mist spread over the locks of all the rooms.
As Hilia gently clenched her fist, all the locks exploded, instantly damaged.
The girl's voice echoed in everyone's ears:
"You are free now, come out. My magic puppet has prepared some clothes for you upstairs. Change into them and leave here. It's best to leave Dragon Island and never come back."
Everyone was taken aback, then showed expressions of ecstasy.
"Great! It's the person who came to save us!"
"My prayers have worked, the Gods sent a messenger to save us!"
"Oh Gods, thank you for your salvation!"
"..."
The sounds of doors opening came from all the rooms, and everyone ran out, looking at Hilia excitedly.
Someone cautiously asked, "Can we really leave?"
Hilia looked at the speaker, one of the two little cat-eared girls.
She nodded, "Of course you can."
