Chapter 223 The Saint With Bloody Hands

• Davina keeps her head bowed in front of the semicircular table occupied by the Guild Elders, in a way that’s respectful but also equally remorseful.
• Her fingers tremble where they’re clasped in front of her, and anyone watching would think it’s because of grief and regret. They would see the tears staining her cheeks, the bloodied bandages wrapped around her arms, the bruises darkening her skin, and they would see exactly what she wants them to see: a woman who barely survived.
• Some of the wounds are real—Sora had done enough damage before Davina stopped her. The rest… well, nobody needed to know about the rest.