As she stupefied from the soothing voice, Elizabeth subconsciously stared at the floating palanquin as her lips opened slightly. Somehow she felt a sense of Deja Vu towards the palanquin, similar to where she was within the mysterious gallery. The instant she recalled the mysterious gallery, the amazement within quickly suppressed and she backed away. Edmurd, who was beside her, suddenly stepped forward and stood between Elizabeth and the palanquin. "Still as flashy as ever," uttered Edmurd, whose eyes were rolling in annoyance. "Milda." "Ah, Edmurd…" this time, the voice rang in the area instead of her head and Elizabeth realized once more that she was drawn by the owner of that voice. It was as if there were an irresistible charm laced in every single wo
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