In the middle of the field, Julia's clothing was in tatters, the once pure and sacred white gauze dress now shredded and torn.
She leaned heavily on her Silver Staff, supporting herself on one knee, her eyes glaring fiercely ahead, filled with shock and disbelief.
"Father Yodel!"
She blurted out.
On the opposite side, Yodel cooperated perfectly, placing one hand on his chest, bowing to Julia: "Your Highness, the Holy Daughter."
Julia asked in confusion: "Why? What do you mean by this!"
She roared: "Why did you betray me, betray the Church Court!"
Even the most foolish person would understand now that the so-called allegiance was a complete conspiracy, a plot specifically targeting her, and everything today was Yodel's plot.
"Betrayal?"
Yodel sneered: "What right do you have to speak of betrayal in front of me!"
