“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.’

 

‘……’

 

knew you’d come like this. It was worth the effort

 

a voice as

 

‘…….’

 

‘What’s the reason?’

 

have to tell you

 

smile that made it look like she was

 

man clenched his teeth, ‘Stop making excuses that you couldn’t help it. You could have

 

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

 

your choice to make me slaughter the priests? Are you

kind of person who falls for such

 

‘What…’

 

already know that. I

 

Her eyes were bloodshot.

 

to warn him, a sign of

 

to him with a strange

 

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 too

 

‘Stop ……’

saying this to make it hurt a bit. It was a little difficult to proceed with the marriage, but

 

‘…..’

 

one who killed your sister. Not my family, but

 

kind of horrible conversation was

 

the man might just plunge the sword

 

the hell would

 

didn’t

 

just sounded miserable. An indescribably

 

in response

 

I don’t know. Why the hell did I do that? It wasn’t that

 

‘You…’

 

to think of it, I think I wanted you to come after

 

steal the

can steal it

 

added with a smirk and pulled out a bundle of papers from

 

just staring at

 

are marriage cancellation papers. I haven’t signed it yet. So, we’re still a

 

‘…..’

 

last time. It’s a

 

‘A couple.’

 

He laughed.

 

was hard to tell whether he

 

killed my family and I came to the point of killing your

 

proof that we’re a

 

her arms as if pointing over the balcony. Towards

turn 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 or whatever, is in your

 

There was silence.

 

reached out and grabbed the blade of a blood-soaked sword. She pointed it

 

me crazy until the very

 

‘…….’

 

fault for not trusting you? Tell me, did you intend to do

 

‘I’m sorry.’

 

‘…….’

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