Rachel: "But? But what?"

Karin: "My eyes haven't healed yet, and I'm worried that I won't be able to help and will only cause more trouble."

Rachel leaned forward and took Karin's hand: "You can help if you want."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a commotion of voices erupted from downstairs.

Rachel turned her head downstairs and whispered, "She's here."

Karin: "Her? Who's here?"

A short while later, a petite figure wrapped in a long robe appeared at the doorway and said coldly to Rachel, "You must be crazy."

Rachel laughed and said, "No, Sabrina, I'm not crazy. I want you to come back to the Council of Elders with me."

Sabrina?

The assassin with the ability to possess blood?

Upon hearing that familiar name, Karin froze on the spot.

Sabrina: "You should know what the South looks like now... Going there now is suicide!"

Rachel picked up her teacup again, took a leisurely sip, and said to Sabrina, "Do you remember the promise I made to you?"

Sabrina's body trembled slightly, and after a long while, she whispered, "That was an unrealistic promise."

Rachel shook her head and said, "You know me, I never make promises that can't be kept."

Sabrina stood there, biting her lip and pondering for a long time before finally saying in a low voice, "What do you need me to do?"

Rachel leaned back fully into the recliner, slowly closed her eyes, and basked in the sunlight, murmuring, "You'll find out soon enough..."