Alessia's eyes grew cold. If it were just her, she was confident she could avoid Sisca's attack, but she was holding the unconscious Eleanor, which made her movements limited, and she couldn't be sure.

However, as a mother, even if she couldn't avoid it, she had to try.

Alessia instinctively hugged Eleanor tightly, pressing her little head against her chest and moving her body to the side.

By doing this, even if she were pushed down the stairs, it would greatly reduce the ...