Fyar returned Illya's fake smile and squeezed her hand back.
Is there... a way... what can I do right now? Anything for you to live. Anything. Think... think... Fyar muttered inwardly.
"Fyar... Lady Illya..." Cyhas said in a calm tone.
Fyar and Illya turned to the girl at the same time. She was clutching the black orb necklace around her neck. Her gaze was serious. Beside her, Eutas, his mouth still sealed, looked at them hopefully.
Cyhas glanced at her father for a moment, then looked back at Illya and Fyar.
"I want to discuss something with you," Cyhas said.
Fyar and Illya nodded. Cyhas then moved closer and whispered something to Illya.
Upon hearing Cyhas's words, Illya's pupils widened. She was silent for a moment, then nodded firmly at Cyhas.
"If that's the only way... then we must do it."
What did Cyhas whisper? Is there a way out of this insane situation? How could there be! Fyar's brow furrowed.
