The prisoners have been exchanged. Seeing that Jarvan IV is very angry, the next step is to find a way to escape.

But the noble lady who came to convey the will of the Black Rose top didn't tell him how he, with only 50 people, could escape from the angry Demacia prince and his group of fearless vanguards.

After thinking about it, Prescott turned around and followed the lady to the main house until they entered the slightly dim house without direct sunlight.

"Wait, you only let me bring 50 people, and those 30 prisoners are useless. How are we supposed to leave here?"

"When did I ever promise you that you could leave safely?"

Prescott's eyes widened, his mood sank, "You...what do you mean by that?!"

The corners of her mouth curled up into a faint smile, and she said something incomprehensible: "Everything is just a mirage."

"What the hell is this flower water? I have a deal with Black Rose. You promised me that you would protect me from being liquidated by Swain!"

"Yes, but didn't we reach this agreement?"

"Wha-you lied to me!"

Prescott gasped, realizing he had been tricked.

This is Demacia. If I am captured or killed by Demacia soldiers, wouldn't it be said that I have not been liquidated by Swain?

"Damn bitch!"

Suddenly, a surge of anger at being deceived arose in him. Prescott drew the sword from his waist and strode forward at an extremely fast speed, running towards the lady who still had a mocking smile on her face.

"Even if I die, I will drag you down with me!"

He swung his sword, and although the sharp blade had passed through the lady's neck, there was no feeling of hitting any real object in his hand.

An expression of astonishment appeared on Prescott's face. "This, this is impossible!"

"Hahahahahahahaha... I told you, all this is nothing but illusions." The lady laughed coldly and chillingly.

Under Prescott's stunned gaze, her figure was shrouded in dark mist, which quickly dissipated in the air.

Her body was becoming transparent, recurring like a mirage, and in fact, it did not exist in this space at all.

"You, who are you?"

Feeling the sour metallic taste rising in his mouth, Prescott swung his sword frantically at the lady, but he could not slow down her disappearing speed.

"The Empire no longer needs you, Prescott."

At the moment the lady's body completely disappeared, her teasing voice echoed in the small room.

"But your death will only make the rose in the darkness grow stronger."