A pair of blood-red pupils shaking in front of my eyes. I was seized by fear and evil and fell into an endless abyss... It was pitch black all around, unable to hear or see, but I felt extremely sharp, biting cold, my body was roughly dismantled, and it was unbearable to feel sore... I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, and kept sinking into the cold seabed...

I don’t know how long it took, but I suddenly woke up from my coma and was soaked with cold sweat. It was already early morning, and the morning light rushed through the window, so warm and bright that I couldn’t open my eyes. After a while, my consciousness began to recover, and all the thoughts came, and my mind turned blank.

"Miss, Miss Priscilla! You are finally awake!"

It was Winnie's voice, sometimes far away and sometimes approaching, with sadness mixed in surprise.

"Where am I...what is this? What exactly happened?" I struggled to support myself and tried to adapt to the bright sunshine. Winnie's outline became clearer little by little. She became much haggard, her eyes were black, her cheeks were slightly sunken, and she looked physically and mentally exhausted.

"I'm going to call Lord Duke now! Miss, what do you want to eat? Grilled tuna or cod?" Winnie cried with joy, speaking incoherently.

I grabbed her thin arm and said, "Slow down, Winnie! Where am I?" The furniture and decorations around were so familiar, it was like returning to my father's castle. But I should be at Bromin College!

"We're back to Port Keshila. You've been sleeping for more than ten days, and we all thought..."

"Kaishila Port? Have you been sleeping for more than ten days?"

"Yes, we're all worried. Thank goodness, you finally woke up!"

"Then today is..."

Winnie calculated, "Today is the last day of the fog moon, and tomorrow is the day of the Goddess of Harvest."

I vaguely felt something was wrong. Why did my last memory stay in the Bromine College's parchment library? Lisa Roita desperately believed that her son Fresson had been killed. Could it be that I had lost my memory?

Under my gaze, Winnie's eyes flashed and she subconsciously turned her head.

"Winnie, look at me!" My voice became stern.

"Prissia!"

My father's voice interrupted my questioning. He stood at the door, his bearded and looked at me with relief.

Winnie pulled up the corner of her skirt and curtsyed at her father, rushed out like a runaway. Her tears fell to the ground like a string of broken pearls.

My father breathed a long sigh, "You finally woke up... This is very good..."

"Father!"

"Your body is still very weak. If you don't have water or rice in more than ten days, you rely on potions to maintain your life..."

"dad!"

After pausing for a long time, he said bitterly: "Prisilla, my daughter, I know you have many doubts, and I don't plan to hide it from you. But promise me that you must be strong."

An ominous premonition spread in my heart. I felt like a fish on a chopping board, waiting for the blade of fate to fall heavily. What happened? What happened? The blood-red pupils swayed in front of my eyes again. I subconsciously raised my left hand and found that the ancestral ring on my index finger was dull, and the yellow crystal stone shattered into several petals, like a withered stone flower.

This ring was the guardian ring of the Kachele family. I was immediately panicked and reached into the mirror beside the bed, but I felt empty.

My father sat beside him, his eyes were a little wet, and his trembling hands gently stroked my hair. He said, "We found you in the kitchen warehouse."

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Chapter completed!