Inside the mayor’s mansion, Atlas looked anxiously at his daughter, his face etched with worry. Before him, his daughter, Effie Jablonski, was bound in chains and surrounded by an arcane array.

“Don’t blame me, Effie. I have no other choice. This is the only way to prevent you from hurting others, Atlas said, tears in his eyes.

He didn’t want to do this, but after Effie killed several alchemists, the entire mayor’s mansion was besieged by rumors and criticism, leaving him with no alternative.

“Dad, don’t be sad. I won’t blame you. If my illness truly has no cure, then it’s better to end my life. I don’t wish to become a murderous lunatic,” Effie comforted her father.

“Rest assured, I’ve issued a notice. If anyone can cure you, I’m willing to agree to any of their demands. Even if it means relinquishing my mayorship, I’m prepared to do it. I just want you safe and sound.” Atlas’ eyes brimmed with love and a readiness to sacrifice everything for his daughter.

Effie, on the other hand, felt a pang of guilt upon hearing her father’s words. She couldn’t comprehend why she had turned into this state.

“Dad, where’s Mom? I haven’t seen her for several days,” Effie asked.

Atlas hesitated, unsure whether to tell his

to stress from their daughter’s condition, and he had not told Effie

and was about to press for more

right now.” “Please, bring him in immediately!” Atlas was overjoyed. No alchemist had been willing to come to the mayor’s mansion due to recent

cultivators were common, alchemists were

garner respect and could lead an honorable life in

in, and Atlas eagerly approached to

my daughter. Cure her, and

that moment, fearing that his true identity as

for formalities. Let me see what ails your daughter,” Hyrum said and turned to look at Effie, who

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