Meeting

Looking at the bowing Tenar, the royal doctor's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

"How, how is this possible?"

The white-haired royal doctor pointed at Tenar with his trembling finger; his words stuttered due to his incomprehension!

As the doctor of the palace, the old doctor was very familiar with Tenar's old wounds, and because of his familiarity, he could tell that the Tenar before his eyes right now was the same one that he remembered. The face looked the same, the countenance, and even his less noticeable limping posture caused by old wounds was identical.

If the doctor hadn't just finished inspecting Tenar's body, he would have really thought he was meeting the real one.

At the next moment, the doctor turned to Kieran.

How did you do it?

The doctor asked with his gaze. Likewise, Mary looked at Kieran as well, but unlike the doctor, the young princess' gaze was glimmering colorfully.