Her steps faltered slightly, pondering whether she should return. Yet, the pride of being a noble descendant of the Royal Family made her unwilling to lower her head no matter what.
In the end, she could only bury her head and continue forward, but just at that moment, a sudden burst of chaotic footsteps sounded from behind.
The Eighth Princess was slightly startled in her heart, turned back abruptly, and saw a few disheveled men staring at her with wolfish gaze.
Her heart thudded, and suddenly she had a bad premonition. This feeling came too intensely, so strong that it made people panic.
Under the night, the moonlight was hazy. But the overly dim moonlight made it hard for her to see the faces of those men opposite, only roughly discerning that their clothes seemed very shabby.
The men's footsteps towards her grew faster; and that urgent footstep sound was enough to make her discern their malice.
