Chapter-390

"Did he just kiss me on the lips?" Faith wondered, her cheeks turning red after Anon's audacious act.

Throughout her life, Faith had encountered many men, but Anon stood apart from them all. He possessed a unique charm, intelligence, and the physical prowess to achieve his goals. He was, in her eyes, the perfect man.

Suddenly, Faith snapped out of her reverie and assessed the situation. "Oh, hell... I totally forgot he was a prisoner. I can't allow a prisoner to escape. Jule, you colossal idiot," she muttered, withdrawing a small dagger from her waist belt and pointing it toward her own stomach.

Gritting her teeth, she plunged the dagger into her abdomen.

Chek

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh..." Faith cried out as the dagger penetrated her, her painful shriek echoing.

Screeeechhh

All the carriages came to an immediate halt, and the elf soldiers disembarked, rushing to Faith's carriage.