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Chapter 118. Hand Her Over

PEONY CRIMSON’S POV

My breathing slowed, stabilized. My rage was transformed by the satisfaction of seeing the Saintess lying on the ground. The corner of my lips lifted bitterly. As I was about to turn around, Elenor's hand suddenly caught my ankle and I almost tripped.

"You'll never know how power...