Plan To Make Xion Hate Darius

For the royal advisor himself to heed his words, the man before them could not be an ordinary noble.

His pure white robe was a dead giveaway. However, Xion was unaware of the significance of it all. Even if he knew, he might have shrugged it off with something along the lines of, 'What does it have to do with me?'

He was one of the Thirteen High Priests, members of the sacred council that governed the churches across the world.

Just like the priestess of the night, he had a special power. A divine blessing that compelled truth from the lips of the target.

Just like dazed Xion, who had unknowingly fallen right into his trap.

"Did you have the intention of using any type of drug on Baron's daughter?"

A flicker of hope ignited in Allen's chest.

This will save them.

After all, Xion would never harm anyone.

Sure enough, Xion denied it, and Baron's face contorted in anger as murmurs spread through the crowd.