Chapter 177 Embrace

His voice was clear and pleasant, like moonlight flowing over snow.

Yet the sense of killing intent was intangible, incongruent with his age, appearance, and aura, but it made those outside the door feel solemn. "Yes, Your Highness. I will see to it."

Isolde should have felt afraid in such an embrace.

Yet at this moment, only a sense of security surged within her.

Like molten lava, it permeated he