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Alberto then looked at the bodies again and said "Which one is the princess's body anyway?"
Alberto had never seen Elina, so he didn't know what she looked like.
Alberto's gaze shifted to the general and the knights who had accompanied them. They exchanged uncertain looks before one of them stepped forward.
"The princess's body is not here"
"My Lord, there's no sign of the princess here."
Alberto frowned. "That means either she escaped… or was taken."
Maria slowly lifted her head, a spark of realization breaking through the fog of her grief.
"Elina…" she whispered.
If Elina's body was not here, then there was a chance—however slim—that she was still alive.
"Hmm.... I think the ones who attacked here kidnapped the princess."
"I'll kill them."