Chapter 252: Assistance

The next day, Ophelia found herself in a luxurious drawing room, waiting patiently. Her mind was still consumed with worry for Arc, but she knew she had to maintain composure and focus on finding a solution.

She glanced around the opulent room, her thoughts racing with possible courses of action.

Before long, the door creaked open, and a familiar figure entered the room.

Princess Adeline swept into the room, her crimson hair cascading behind her back like a fiery waterfall. Her golden eyes, so striking against her fair complexion, immediately fixed on Ophelia with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Your Grace," Adeline greeted with a polite nod, her voice soft but commanding. "I must admit, I was surprised to receive your desire for an audience. What brings you here today?"