Chapter 712: Brutally Honest

Chapter 712: Brutally Honest

Chapter 712: Brutally Honest

“I’m guessing you have made up your mind then?” Zeras asked her as he looked at Felicie, who wanted to nod but couldn’t help but notice something strange in Zeras’s voice.

Somehow, it felt different, even though the wording was what she felt to be the same.

“What do you mean by that?” she asked him with narrowed eyes.

“I’m saying you have made up your mind, to truly never return, like your uncle and everyone predicted...” he answered, causing Felicie’s eyes to widen brightly.

“I never made up my mind for that.”

“Well, you just did. There are Otherworlders who will make you dead if you dare remain among them.

They’ll never allow you to go into the tower with them, and the chances of you even surviving in the tower are nil.

And who is to say even if I protected you and got you to enter the tower, none would make a move against you when you’re in the tower.

You think they will just walk past you and turn a blind eye. A weak and sexually attractive person like you. Should I tell you what will happen?” Zeras asked rhetorically.

“You will be raped then have your neck snapped off, Felicie. That’s how you will die,” he answered, causing Felicie’s heart to loudly hammer in her chest.

She knew well none of his words were wrong. Truly, when they had arrived before the tower, she had felt the gaze of the Otherworlders on her, and not every gaze was amusingly staring at her. Some felt cold and disdainful.

There would no doubt be an Otherworlder who would try to prevent her from entering the tower. But she did truly have Zeras, and if he got to help her, she would be able to enter it.

But was she sure if she found herself in the tower, she would never run into a hostile Otherworlder all throughout the journey? Everyone will always be nice to her like Zeras? She wouldn’t trick herself into believing that.

It would be a waste to watch Felicie die here after all those journeys.

He wasn’t willing to return back to her uncle and have history repeat itself to the poor old man.

He had already watched his own brother go, and he almost got himself crippled trying to seek revenge.

What would happen if he had to watch his own brother’s daughter also go from the exact same thing? Wouldn’t that be enough to kill him? Wasn’t that one of the most terrible fates anyone could ever witness?

That was why Zeras was willing to help her one last time. It wouldn’t cost him anything, and now that he was more familiar with the path back, it would be even simpler than coming here, which also wasn’t necessarily that bad.

At least, he had seen much worse.

To Zeras’s plan, Felicie could only turn back to the cracking flames, and Zeras watched the image of the burning flames in her orange eyes.

She simply went quiet, becoming unresponsive for close to five minutes straight before she turned back to look at Zeras, who was still staring at her with a raised eyebrow.

And slowly, Felicie took her eyes away from him before reaching for the right side of her hair, the silvery white hair splaying over her palms. Then she turned to look at Zeras.

“What explanation do you have for this?” she asked him as Zeras looked at the silvery white hair and furrowed his eyebrows.

Even after close to an entire week, Zeras still couldn’t think of a viable option why part of her hair changed color.

It was equally mystifying for him too.

In truth, he had no explanation at all, but he still didn’t see how that had anything to do with his own proposition, but still accepted to find an answer anyway.