Suspicion

Eshala trusted her intuition fully, once.

The same intuition told her it's okay to believe the words of the traitor from Pala.

So, she sent a clone with lots of potential but only rank 9 strength to sneak into the borders of the kingdom five hundred years ago.

The news reached Isadora and the rest was history.

Eshala wasn't sure to this day.

What was the traitor aiming for?

The destruction of her clone? Death of Isadora? Something else entirely?

But what she was sure about was that she hated being used as a pawn, even if it's her clone.

"It's where the crown prince candidates have gone recently. Even you're asking the information now. What's going on in that backward place?" The voice exclaimed.

"Census." Eshala said in a sharp tone.

Listening to the carefree voice of the betrayer, her killing intent demanded violence. But things didn't work like that.

"Oh, yeah, here you go."