Dozens upon dozens of elite soldiers filled in, surrounding her in an instant.
Even so, Leslie's expression did not change one bit.
The slight tilt at the corners of her lips displayed arrogance.
"Yeah. I'm confident. So what are you going to do?"
Before Kieran could answer.
"Four years! Witch Leslie! Four years!"
Shuffling through the warriors surrounding Leslie, the clique of Princesses and Princes appeared. The Crown Prince exclaimed triumphantly, intoxicated with the feeling of victory.
"You confined the Grand Duke with your heinous schemes, harmed me, the fittest, and trampled on the Principality's laws. Iris looks down on us, so let the witch pay for her sins!"
Leslie let out a laugh.
"Now I'm the one violating the Principality's laws? Aren't you the ones who tried to split the Principality over our father's dead body because he was in critical condition?"
