This is how many times I have entered the palace, and I can't remember it. In her brief days at VIAPH, her experience was like riding a dragon that had been on the sky and the earth, and it was lost in an instant.

"None of this was supposed to be mine······" She thought to herself, "When did I plan to become a guard? Once upon a time I swore to be loyal to the Emperor? I thought I had walked out of the Black Grave, but I had never left the Demon Realm······

The prison of the Third Legion was like paper, with dirty, muddy wet floors, moldy air, cockroaches and rats calling it home, swaggering around under people's noses. The iron railing was full of green mold spots, and unknown insects and ants climbed the poles to enter and exit, and a few black gray bumps at her feet were supposed to be the excrement left by her predecessors. She sat in the only small piece of the filthy stone bed that didn't make people vomit when they looked at it. After Sether had torn her scales breastplate, they brought her a gray gown, the smell of which she was sure had been ripped from a dead man.

It was meant to be a temporary place to punish forbidden soldiers, and no one would really stay here for long. She looked incredulously at her sludge-covered right hand, she had thought that her strange power had been lost when she had been with the old lord, but she had not expected it to return when she least expected it, and now it was hidden again, otherwise she could have destroyed the place with one hand.

The guards talked loudly about what had been so much about her in the camp as she had heard in the slave market, but the constant drama did not make her feel better at the moment just because she had experienced it, and she thought that she and the group were the same kind of people, if not friends, but now that they had spoken of her as a satanic witch and a mad hypothetical person, she realized that it was nothing more than wishful thinking.

It seems that someone wanted to come in to see her, but was reprimanded by the guards, but she fell right into her hands. Whether it was an insult from the Prime Minister or a disappointment from the pigeon cage, she didn't want to know. Ha, the disappointment of the coop guards?Aren't they more likely to show the same mockery and disdain as Sether?She was glad she didn't have to see the new friends, in fact she wished she never saw their faces again, whatever emotions they showed, she couldn't bear it, and she didn't know how to respond. Just let her think that the friendship she had finally gained was stuck in the moment when she was ecstatic in the past.

There are also Soybeans and Millets, since she joined the pigeon cage, there has been no news of them, and she can't help but feel sad when she thinks about it.

However, a few words drifted into her ears that were already buzzing, and from the whispers of the guards, loud enough for anyone to hear, it seemed that Sangjie had already announced to the whole camp that she was a Hidden Lotus (which she believed had been blocked by the Emperor and the Prime Minister until then), and had found a certain law in the pile of old papers that was sufficient to put her to death.

After hearing the news, Yin Xinmei felt quite complicated in her heart. Once again, she felt that she was not as eager to die as she thought she was, and what made her even more uncomfortable was that if she closed her eyes, whether it was the awakening of the baby, the return of the great prince and his son, or the reunion of Shemir, then what did she do in Wissing?

The most fatal thing is that she can't cry yet, and she can't even make a heartbroken bitter appearance, probably the Eternal King intends to let her die like a living dead in this last moment.

She was drowsy, the cacophony of the guards in the cell had gradually decreased, and the faint torches had been lit outside, and the guards who had changed shifts in the evening had come to hand over the handover, and someone had brought her a piece of food from the railing. She glanced at it wearily, and it turned out to be four dishes and one soup on a lacquered wooden plate, with beef and foie gras, which was simply luxurious.

"The Last Supper······" She muttered, "But let's let Master Rat take it to the banquet······

She began to sleep with this admirable attitude, except for the cockroaches who ran up to her and grabbed the bed with her, and she closed her eyes and smashed it flat.

In the haze, someone came in, she subconsciously felt that it was a guard coming to clean up the dishes, she didn't open her eyes and didn't want to move. But the atmosphere was different, and she shuddered as she felt a biting north-westerly wind blow through the window hole above the wall, and then she began to realize that the man who had come in had been in the cell and had not left.

"What are you doing here?"

Yin Xinmei sat up, and she couldn't guess the identity of the person who came without lifting her eyelids, this was probably the most hated person in the world.

Sether was standing behind her at the moment.