A group of women descended near the Great Desolate Plains.
It was heavily guarded, but in their eyes, it was guarded as much as a sleeping guard standing in front of the gates, easily sneaked in or even invaded.
"Without a Venerable Knight, they're no match for us." Isabella calmly said.
Dressed in a purple-gold robe, she looked incredibly beautiful. While a golden veil hid her face, her black eyes were lovely, and their shape alone spoke volumes about her beauty. Her purple hair was tied up in a bun while the rest fell in loose waves, creating an exquisite yet carefree appearance.
"Hopefully, our husband wins against those annoying Venerable Knights." Shirley heaved a breath.
Clad in a crimson-blue robe that matched her hair, she appeared like a hot fairy in a cold winter. A crimson veil hid her face, but her eyes shone like lustrous ruby gems, giving her a fiery look.
The two of them stood at the forefront while many others accompanied them.
