Fathia didn't know what to do. His body was stiff, his eyes were only able to look at Elma who was lying weak by the pool and was getting more and more blurry because it was already filled with tears. His hands were shaking violently. Wanting to, he shouted, “Elma, wake up!” But here, there is Arslan. The one who was busy taking care of Elma since she didn't appear on the surface.

If she hadn't been daydreaming about other things, she would have known that something was wrong with Elma's movement in the pool.

"Don't you just shut up! Call Narti!”

The girl blinked excitedly. Arslan is right. Narti....