“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.’

 

‘……’

 

like this. It was worth the

 

back at himself and smiled. Finally, a voice as painful and mournful

 

‘…….’

 

‘What’s the reason?’

 

have to tell

 

smile that made it look like she was crying, even though her lips

 

making excuses that you

 

could have made a different choice. I could’ve told you, I could’ve betrayed

 

slaughter the priests? Are you that

not the kind of person who

 

‘What…’

 

I know, you

 

Her eyes were bloodshot.

 

warn him, a

 

way, she came close to him with a strange

 

that weird? Hmm? If he was

 

‘Stop ……’

proceed with the marriage, but not to the point

 

‘…..’

 

who killed your sister.

 

of horrible conversation was

 

that the man might just plunge the sword into her

 

the hell would you do

 

didn’t have emotions such as anger

 

miserable. An

 

woman’s voice in response

 

I do that?

 

‘You…’

 

think I wanted

 

you steal the Holy Grail

can steal it and use

 

with a smirk and pulled out a bundle of papers from

 

was just staring

 

papers. I haven’t signed it

 

‘…..’

 

time. It’s a

 

‘A couple.’

 

He laughed.

 

hard to tell whether

 

each other. You killed my family and I came to the point of killing

 

that’s proof that we’re a

 

if pointing over the balcony. Towards the burning

into a sea of blood, and you’ve made my wish come true in the blink of an eye. In return, I will present you with this city. The position of the next pope

 

There was silence.

 

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

 

driving me crazy until the

 

‘…….’

 

my fault for not trusting you? Tell me, did

 

‘I’m sorry.’

 

‘…….’

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