"What?" Selthia asked softly.
The black-haired maid didn't say anything; she just tilted her head slightly toward the unconscious naked Lia lying on the ground nearby—in a gesture telling her to carry her.
Selthia blinked in confusion.
"What is it?" she asked again, with a clear ignorance visible in her face.
The woman who was carrying Lucian slowly turned her head toward hers.
Her eyes sharpened beneath her emotionless gaze.
Then, Selthia's own shadow flickered faintly under her feet, trembling and darkening.
Noticing that, Selthia immediately made an exhausted expression.
"I cannot carry her… I'm maintaining the portal."
She swayed faintly while walking, almost as if she were about to faint at any moment.
A small vein popped over the black-haired maid's forehead before she quietly let out a soft sigh.
The shadow beneath her feet darkened completely.
The darkness stretched and twisted across the ruined ground toward Lia.
