In a well fort cage, a young girl, three years of age, covered in bruises, dried tears could be seen on her face, was in this cage.
Her cloth looked elegant, but couldn't hide her fear.
When she saw the group of people in front of her, their masks, subtle aura, she felt fear, timid curling up trying to hide herself.
"Papa, Mama"
When Drakion saw this, his killing intent skyrocketed, but thankfully it wasn't exposed.
Due to the memory experience, he was able to rein it in before everyone took notice of it…
But his heart was filled with killing intent, looking at Rose and the others.
At this time, Rose was also looking at him, he could see a subtle smirk on her face.
Currently, Drakion's eyes were colder than ice, his anger rose, before he let out a soft chuckle.
It was as if everything were a facade, he let out a soft dark chuckle.
His eyes amused, like an adult watching the children play.
Rose, who was looking at him, saw his amused eye, shining with a glint.
