Chapter 8: Whip Marks on the Saintess’s Back?
Holding Selis’s hand, Meilin fluttered through the streets of Anna Town like a graceful butterfly, weaving freely until they finally reached the Back Mountain. This was her secret base, the…
Holding Selis’s hand, Meilin fluttered through the streets of Anna Town like a graceful butterfly, weaving freely until they finally reached the Back Mountain. This was her secret base, the…