"Julian, oh Julian, whenever you can sever your worldly attachments, that will be the day you finally amount to something."
Julian fleeing in tears made the crowd laugh even harder. Isolde was left standing in the middle, completely dumbfounded and at a loss.
She didn't know exactly what she had done either. But she had the general feeling as if she had accidentally hurt some fragile little heart.
Alex stepped forward with his hands behind his back, saying faintly. "What is all this clamor?"
"Saint Lord!" Seeing Alex arrive, Lucas and the others froze slightly, hurriedly kneeling down one by one to pay their respects.
"Saint Lord..." Isolde also wanted to kneel, but Alex waved his hand to support her knees.
"You have not yet returned to the clan. There is no need for such formal salutations." Alex said faintly.
"Furthermore, you should call me Saint Lord Alex."
"Yes, Saint Lord Alex." Isolde's eyes dimmed slightly, a clear trace of desolation flashing through her gaze.
