Rosalind Thorne, dressed in black, walked over with a blank expression.
Aurora Blaine looked at Rosalind Thorne.
With Rosalind present, the perceived danger was no illusion; there was definitely more than just Rosalind alone nearby.
There was a group.
Perhaps, snipers were lurking.
Why are they here? Waiting for her?
Rosalind Thorne spoke as she walked, "I heard the Hall Master recently suffered serious injuries."
Aurora Blaine's eyes flickered; hearing this, they were indeed waiting for her.
How did they know…
Aurora Blaine turned her head, looking at Cynthia Frost beside her.
Cynthia Frost stood still, expression unchanged, unsurprised by Rosalind's appearance.
Aurora Blaine curled her fingers, calling softly, "Sister Cynthia."
She hoped Cynthia would explain, hoped it was a coincidence.
"Sister Cynthia?" Rosalind heard this address, laughed slightly mockingly, "Do you know who is to blame for your injury?"
