I Became the Maid of the Lout Prince

Chapter 558

As I descended Wind Canyon Hill, a wave of despair clung to me like a shadow.

Regret for not acting sooner. Frustration at wasting time instead of securing the Windfowl Feather immediately. And seething anger toward Tetato, the Death Dragon, for robbing me of my last chance to reconcile.@@@@

Days and hours painstakingly built into an opportunity, all ruined by a single dragon. Why did it have to appear at that exact moment, in that exact place?

‘This doesn’t make any sense...’

“Lilith, are you okay? Want me to carry you?” Ethan asked gently.

“I’m fine. Thanks, Ethan. Really.”

“Well, when we’re back at Blackwood, we can look into the Windfowl Feather again. Maybe we’ll find another way to get one there.”

“...I hope so.”

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