Yaxu was forced to say farewell to Shajia's corpse, and he didn't know what to say. He could only pluck a feather from his own wings and place it on Shajia's chest.
Then he stole a glance at the Lady, only relaxing when he saw her satisfied expression.
However, soon a hint of confusion appeared in Yaxu's eyes. He had been too anxious and dejected to react before, but now he came back to his senses and couldn't help but ask, "How did you come to know Shajia?"
As the first warrior of the Winged Man race, Shajia's name was naturally known to all his kind, but he was quite unfamiliar to the natives of the Bratis Continent.
Moreover, considering their experience tonight, the Lady seemed to be unsurprised by their arrival.
The girl snorted coldly, "Not only do I know who Shajia is, but I also have a thorough understanding of the crimes you committed along the way."
Upon hearing this, Yaxu's face turned ashen, as if he had seen a ghost.
"But how...how is that possible?"
