It was the First Prince.

"Who's there!?"

In the middle of the night, a guard questioned as he noticed a figure trying to run out of the Palace.

The figure, however, the figure didn't stop and continued to run away.

Its speed was not high, it was only comparable to a mortal, however, the guard was still wary since it was the middle of the night.

"Jimmy! Come here!"

He shouted and called for his partner.

His partner, who was patrolling on the other side rushed towards him.

"What happened?" the partner questioned.

The guard pointed at the figure who was still running away, the partner's eyes turned solemn and he ordered,

"We need to capture him."

The guard nodded and the two of them dashed toward the figure.

The two of them were Advance Stage Cultivators, for someone like them, catching up to a mortal was a simple task.

A minute later, they already appeared in front of her figure, however, as soon as they saw the figure's face, their eyes widened in surprise.

"L-Lady Amaya!?"