“Are you busy today?”

 

“A bit. What about you?”

 

“I…well, I’m going to write a letter to a friend.”

 

“Friend… who? Princess Ari?”

Huh, how did you know? No, more than that. What’s with that insignificant tone?

 

Yes. I don’t have any friends! The only person I play with is a six-year-old princess… damn it.


“Actually, the princess gave me a postcard.”

 

“If you have nothing else to do, why don’t you come to the temple at lunch?”

 

“What…?”

 

“They are eager to have you visit. I am also free at that time, so I can just drop by.”

 

I doubted my ears for a moment.

What did you just say, hubby?


(T/N: I hope y’all are fine with me writing ‘hubby’, cos ‘husband’ sounds weird sometimes xD especially if it’s her thoughts.)

 

“Are you… okay with that?”

 

“You’re the Pope’s daughter. It’s not too much for them to be anxious to meet you.”

 

“But, that’s…”

 

“You may be mistaken if you went alone, but with me, it doesn’t matter.”

That’s right. If I was the only one who frequented the temple and made friends with the priests, I would be labeled as a spy. But it was a little different if I visited with Izek. It was rather good… what was on his mind? Why would he say this, all of a sudden?

 

Among Elendale’s priests, there would be some part of my father and brother’s spy network. There was no way Izek didn’t know that.

 

Is he trying to give a warning? Don’t even think about plotting something because he’s watching me? Don’t look down on the North or something? Or was he trying to test me?

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes, really.”

 

“Really, really?”

 

“…finish your meal.”

 

Right. Ugh, my stomach was about to explode.

 

I heard a scream.

 

The cries of people in pain and fear sounded as vivid as the cries of the abyss, but the woman did not seem to be disturbed at all.

 

Although she could not be seen clearly in the dark, the woman who leaned on the balcony and looked at the city wrecked by her father, looked bright and joyful as if she was waiting for the moon on a peaceful summer night.

 

A man slowly approached her from behind, holding a bloody sword instead of a bouquet of flowers.

 

The appearance of the balcony and the surrounding scenery seemed familiar to me. Was it a dream? Was I dreaming?

‘You’re here.’

 

‘……’

 

this. It was worth

 

He only looked silently at the woman who looked back at himself and smiled. Finally, a voice as painful and mournful as that of

 

‘…….’

 

‘What’s the reason?’

 

I have to

 

It was a smile that

 

that you couldn’t help it. You could

 

could’ve told you, I could’ve betrayed my family. But this

 

it your choice to make me slaughter the priests? Are you that

not the kind of person who falls

 

‘What…’

 

already know that. I know, you

 

Her eyes were bloodshot.

 

to warn him, a sign

 

way, she came close to him with a strange

 

circles, decided to kill Omerta’s princess because of this marriage. Isn’t that weird? Hmm? If he was just trying to break up a marriage, that’s

 

‘Stop ……’

with the marriage, but not to the point that he needs

 

‘…..’

 

the one who killed your sister. Not my

 

kind of horrible conversation was

 

silence, I was worried that the man might just plunge the sword into her body.

 

the hell would you

 

didn’t

 

sounded miserable.

 

in response was as

 

Why the hell did I do that? It wasn’t

 

‘You…’

 

it, I think I wanted you to come after

 

steal the

Hah, who else can steal it and use it to

 

pulled out a

 

just staring at it

 

cancellation papers. I haven’t signed it yet. So, we’re

 

‘…..’

 

for the last time. It’s

 

‘A couple.’

 

He laughed.

 

hard to tell whether he was laughing or

 

meantime, all we’ve done is harass, misunderstand and fight with each other. You killed my family and I

 

proof that we’re a real

 

arms as if pointing over the balcony. Towards

Every day, I dreamt of when this damn place would turn into a sea of blood, and you’ve made my wish come true in the blink of an eye. In return, I will

 

There was silence.

 

reached out and grabbed the blade of a blood-soaked sword. She pointed it close to her chest. The man didn’t budge. He didn’t push her away or move

 

crazy

 

‘…….’

 

you? Tell me, did you intend to do

 

‘I’m sorry.’

 

‘…….’

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