195 104. Rose Darina

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A carriage was passing through a coarse road in the countryside.

The skeleton horses neighed roughly every time the carriage they were pulling along clunked noisily. At the same time, refugees were quietly following the vehicle from behind while doing their best to lend support to each other.

Their number hovered around two hundred.

At first, there were only around one hundred people but the number kept growing little by little whenever the procession went past a village.

The survivors begged and pleaded to be saved, and after personally experiencing the 'miracle', they swallowed up their grievances and dissatisfaction to silently join the procession.

Every once in a while, they sneaked glances at the Seventh Imperial Prince, who was riding on a skeleton horse. Their gazes were filled to the brim with awe.

Charlotte observed the behaviours of the refugees and couldn't help but feel complicated inside.