Chapter 1846 No More Resentments

That sentence struck Wynter at her soft spot. Ailithir understood what she, his youngest disciple, valued the most. He had always known about her deep loyalty concealed by her expressionless face. Back then, when he first brought her up the mountain, she had never once questioned him about why the royal family had abandoned her. When he foraged for herbs, she would follow him while keeping her distance. At first, he had assumed that she simply wasn't fond of showing affinity. Then, one day, a thunderstrike trial descended over Velmoria. Ailithir's spells were disrupted, and Wynter ran off alone after staring at him for a long moment. When she returned, she was drenched from head to toe. Clutched in her hands were medicinal herbs from the sect. She was extremely sensible at her young age—she never had people worry about her. Her first words to him were, "I don't want to go back. I'll only stay on Mt. Nyxvarn." Velmoria's royal family had sent people over to fetch her. After all,