(Complete) She Made the DEVIL Fall in Love by Changing the Story of Her Death | Manhwa Recap

In the ruthless empire of Actalus, the path to the throne is paved with blood. The monarch ensures the survival of the strongest by producing numerous heirs only for them to turn against one another in a deadly contest of succession. The [clears throat] rules are simple. Kill or be killed. To claim the crown, one must eliminate all rivals. Only the last one standing shall inherit the empire. Amid this merciless Tradition, one child emerged victorious, a boy of only 13. While his elder siblings schemed and fought, he struck them down one by one. With calculated precision, he

ensured that no other heir remained. His final act was both terrifying and grotesque. Binding together the hair of his decapitated siblings and presenting their heads before his father, the emperor. And the emperor, he was pleased. A man of cold pragmatism, he admired the ruthless Efficiency of his youngest son. The throne, he believed, would finally have a ruler worthy of its power. But as the emperor moved to announce his new heir, a dagger pierced his chest. Blood spilled. The father's eyes widened in disbelief. Before him stood his son, his lips curled into an innocent smile, his

crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. Waiting would be boring. With those chilling words, the young prince sees the throne. Ranello Actalus. And today He stands before the altar. A wedding. The grand cathedral is bathed in golden light. Banners draped in royal red, swaying gently in the breeze. The air is thick with the scent of fresh roses. Yet beneath the beauty lies an unshakable tension. She stands beside him, the emperor of Actalus. Trapped and sold in a marriage with a tyrant emperor. Her hands tremble as the officient speaks, the weight of the ring and her fingers suddenly

unbearable. If I drop this now, Will my head still be attached to my body by the end of this? She gulps, fingers tightening around the delicate band. Ranella watches with the same unsettling amusement. This is entertainment for him, a game. She slides the ring onto his finger, and in return, he does the same. Deliberate, precise, as if placing a shackle around her fate. You may now kiss the bride. Her heart stops. Time stretches unbearably. She braces herself, every Nerve in her body on edge. Yet nothing. Silence. Why isn't he moving? Daring to peek, she lifts

her lashes. Is he going to skip it? Confusion flickers in her green eyes as she glances up at him. Ranilo Actilus, the monster of the empire, the emperor who carved his way to the throne. Yet standing before her, bathed in golden light, surrounded by soft petals and grandeur, he is impossibly breathtaking. His smile is serene, almost too gentle for a man with Bloodstained hands. She stiffens as he leans in. "If you'd waited five more seconds to open your eyes," he muses voice languid. I would have gotten really bored. Before she can process it, he kisses

her. Her thoughts echo as their kiss deep end. This is a world inside a novel. A novel she knows all too well. And she is not herself anymore. She just happened to possess a bride headed down the aisle to marry this tyrant emperor. The novel titled The Flower That Blooms Even in the Abyss tells the tragic tale of Emperor Reneo. He was known for his relentless conquests and destruction. During one of these campaigns, he encountered Saint Test Saraphina. Fascinated and twistedly captivated by her, Ranelo abducted her from the temple, determined to claim her as his

own. Yet, Saraphina never succumbed to his darkness. Instead, her purity only grew, shining even more brightly. The more she resisted, the More obsessed Ranelo became. His desire to tarnish her innocence turned into an insatiable madness. Consumed by jealousy and paranoia, Ranelo murdered Saraphina's first love, Eden, a holy knight who had vowed to protect her. This final act of cruelty broke Saraphina's resolve, and in her grief and fury, she turned against the emperor. Her wrath led to Reanelo's downfall, and in the end, he was executed. The reincarnated protagonist, However, does not find herself in Saraphina's role,

but instead as a minor character. The Empress, an insignificant figure in the novel, who is only known for being swiftly killed by the emperor. The Empire follows strict monogous rules, and since divorce is impossible, the only way to take a new bride was to kill the old one. The Empress's name is never even mentioned in the novel, a character whose sole purpose was to die. She clenched her fists. If she had Arrived in this world before the wedding, she could have run, faked her death. But now, she was already here, already married to the monster

who would kill her, what could she do? The thought alone sent shivers down her spine. Tame Ran Yellow, the man who burned cities to the ground, who slaughtered armies for amusement. She nearly gagged. No way. Survival required something else, something clever, something unexpected. She recalls how the Empress's attempts To question Ranella's cold demeanor only made her more noticeable, sealing her fate. Determined to avoid the same mistake, she resolves to remain invisible. The plan crystallizes. On the day Ranella leaves for the temple, the protagonist will fake their own death. She reasoned that Raniello, consumed by his

obsession with the Saints, won't bother to verify the Empress's demise. This calculated move offers a glimmer of hope, a chance to escape the tragic end Written for the Empress. Just as she starts to believe that survival might be easier than anticipated, a sudden encounter shatters her illusion of anonymity. Standing before her is someone who refuses to be ignored. He smirked. Are you ignoring me, Empress? Her breath hitched. No, she wouldn't dare. But words failed her as she struggled to find an excuse. A misstep. Her foot slipped. She tumbled gracelessly to the floor. This was Humiliating,

but maybe it would buy her time. Maybe if she played weak and pathetic, he'd lose interest. Instead, laughter, a slow, entertained chuckle from the man. He stepped closer. I will give you a chance to explain. Her mind raced. Think, think, think. I I have a chronic illness, your majesty, she blurted. It t it makes it hard for me to speak in front of you. Ranelo raised a brow. He had never heard of such a thing when he received the proposal. She Thought hard, scrambling for another excuse. It doesn't happen that often. And besides, it's possible

because of his strong aura. He chuckled, leaning closer. Oh, so according to you, it's my fault. She knelt down immediately, fear gripping her. One wrong move, and he might get rid of me right now. She tried to coax him with more excuses, her voice careful, measured. Reinella's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Will you always avoid looking at my face for the rest of Your life?" She knew she had to answer fast before he got bored. Not wanting to displease him, she hesitantly looked up, only to find him right in front of her, knelt down as well.

He smirked. "At least you're entertaining, so I'm glad I chose you." Ranelo raised his hand, lightly caressing her lips. Smart," he murmured, praising her for knowing exactly when to back off before he got annoyed. But then his hand slid to her neck. His grip tightened. "Since I'm in A good mood, I'll grant you a reward." His voice was calm, almost amused. "Ask me one question, I'll answer graciously." She hesitated, then gathered her courage. "Why me?" He chuckled, tightening his grip. "Predictable. Of course, she would ask that." And because it was so obvious, he found it

utterly boring. still since he had promised he would answer. Releasing his grip, he leaned back and spoke. When I announced my desire to marry, Noble Sent me portraits of their daughters, so many that they could cover every wall of my vast room. He tilted his head slightly toward her. "Do you know why I did that?" she answered quickly. "So you could see everyone's face clearly. Inside she felt a flicker of satisfaction. He must have chosen me because my face stood out among them all." Before she could think further, a dagger flew past her, startling her.

She looked up. It was Ranella who had thrown It. That night, he continued, "I did the same. I sat in my room and threw a dagger, the one it landed on." He smirked. "Pierce the left eye of your portrait. That's why I chose you." He suddenly stood up. "What is your name?" The question caught her off guard. She searched her memory, trying to recall the empress's name. "Angelica Vineyardro." Ranellas eyes gleamed. "And what does your family call you?" "Angie?" He chuckled, tilting her chin Up with his foot. Work hard to not make me bored of

you. She forced a smile. I'll do my best. Without another word, he left the room. She exhaled shakily, finally feeling relief. Lying back on the floor, she let out a small, exhausted laugh. At least I survived today. The truth was, she didn't even know the empress's real name. Maybe the one I mentioned belonged to the empress who died before he met Saraphina. But none of that mattered now. She had Managed to survive their wedding day, and that in itself was an achievement. As she slept, she felt movement behind her. A voice began counting. Her eyes

snapped open. She needed to get up before the countdown finished. Realizing the urgency, she hurriedly sat up. Her gaze darted beside her, Ranella was sitting there, his bare chest exposed. "Why is he here?" As if reading her mind, he answered, "It was bothersome to return to my room." Her breath hitched. "Did I say that out loud?" But he leaned in, grasping her chin. Your expression said everything even an idiot can read it. He stood up covering his lower half with a sheet. Such a lazy empress waking up past 9. Shock washed over her. An empress

can't sleep in. He left the room while she sat there stunned. Why didn't anyone wake me up? Soon the headmade approached. Shall I prepare your bath, your majesty? As she soaked in the warm water, her Mind raced. What's today's date? She asked the maid. After calculating based on the answer, she realized she had exactly 7 months before Reinella met Saraphina in the temple. As the memories of this body settled in, she learned more about the empress's past. She had three siblings. She was a noble lady, meaning she possessed knowledge useful for survival. If she needed

to flee, she should know which country to seek refuge in. The choice of the country didn't Matter. Nothing would last once spring arrived. The moment Ranelo Saraphina and her lover crossed paths, the empire would begin its downfall. Her only focus was survival. At breakfast, she observed the servants. Just like in a novel, they did their work, but never meddled beyond their duties. Excited, she asked for their names. The headmade smiled and introduced herself. When she finished eating, she inquired about her schedule for the day. "You have no duties Scheduled, your majesty," the headmade informed her.

"No duties?" She smiled. A day off wasn't bad. She had 7 months to execute her plan. But the next day, it was the same and the next. Again and again, the answer remained unchanged. She had no duties. That's when she realized something was wrong. An empress couldn't be this free. They handled the palace's budget, social affairs, and noble connections. But no one handed her any documents. They were ignoring her. She lay in bed, comfortable, but uneasy. This couldn't continue. Then she remembered in the novel the empress had brought a personal maid to the palace but

that maid was nowhere to be seen. The next day she asked the headmade about it. She is in training to serve in the palace. The maid replied training? Then why hadn't anyone told her? She asked just that. The maid answered smoothly. You never asked your majesty. She bit her tongue forcing a smile. No Need for unnecessary tension for now. Lady Marqua sat there, her expression clearly annoyed by the empress's behavior earlier. Her son Marquis shock noticed her frustration and asked what was bothering her. She expressed her dissatisfaction with the empress who came from a low

country yet dared to argue with her. Soon her daughter Sylvia arrived. She was once rumored to become the empress, but that never happened. A fact that deeply irritated Lady Marquis. She voiced her regret, recalling how she had turned down numerous noble marriage proposals, believing Sylvia would take the throne. In the end, her daughter received nothing. Unlike her mother, Sylvia saw things differently. She believed that as emperor, he had the right to choose his partner. However, Lady Marquis was convinced that the only reason the emperor chose that woman was because she was good in bed. She

scolded Sylvia harshly, calling her naive. Hurt by her mother's words, Sylvia ran out of the room in tears. Meanwhile, Jacques continued his inquiry. He questioned whether the emperor had visited the empress since their wedding night. Lady Marquez admitted that he had not. This revelation confirmed Jacques suspicion. Ranella had no real interest in the empress. They only needed to find a flaw to exploit. A satisfied smile spread across Lady Marquis's face. The empress, in her eyes, was filled with Shortcomings. Jacqu knew that the emperor was known for eliminating those who harmed the nation. Recently, an important

budget approval was underway, requiring approvals from both the emperor and the empress. Yet, the empress had done nothing, instead living leisurely. This was the perfect opportunity to bring her down. The maid who had accompanied the empress had finally arrived, bringing her a sense of relief. Unlike the palace servants, this Maid knew her well. Meanwhile, Lady Marquis and her subordinates continued to ostracize her. But she chose not to react, believing it wasn't worth the trouble. However, one day, she realized her mistake too late. As a result, she found herself summoned before the emperor. Upon arriving, she

noticed two people were already present. One of them was Lady Marquis, whom she recognized immediately. The other was an unfamiliar man. Both were half kneeling before the Emperor. Understanding that her survival depended on appearing even more submissive. She immediately knelt fully, lowering herself beneath them. Ranella observed her actions and remarked on her immediate submission. He questioned whether she even knew why she had been summoned or if she had a condition with her legs as well. Realizing the sarcasm in his words, she answered quickly that her legs were perfectly fine. The emperor then addressed Marquis, who

Introduced himself as the deputy secretary of state. He revealed that he had prepared the palace budget for the third quarter, but claimed there was a significant issue within it directly related to the empress. She was caught off guard as Renierro demanded answers about her supposed involvement. Marquis Shock confidently accused her of neglecting her responsibilities, stating that since she had no intention of fulfilling her duties as the empress, Shock hit her as she finally understood why she had been deliberately kept away from palace matters. The lack of assigned work was not negligence, but a carefully laid

trap to paint her as incompetent. As the accusations piled up, she recognized that most of his claims were fabricated, but she had no evidence to disprove them. The maids had been complicit in keeping her in the dark, and the only person she could rely on was Sison. [clears throat] Renierro, With his everpresent smirk, shifted his attention back to Marquis Jacques, asking what he intended to do next. The Marquis, feigning loyalty, insisted that he only sought justice for the empire. Renierro had little patience for matters he found dull, and budget discussions were of no interest to

him, but he played along with the accusations, pressing the empress to justify herself. She realized that Renier's method of decision-making was dangerously Unpredictable. what he found unpleasant he deemed guilty and what entertained him he excused. She knew that persuading him about something as mundane as a budget issue was futile. As she processed the predicament, it dawned on her that because she was a reader of the original novel, she was possibly the only one who understood Raniro's true nature. While others viewed him as a cruel emperor who sought pleasure in domination, she saw a ruler who

had Little to do with the nation's well-being. She quickly took responsibility for the oversight, blaming herself for not handling the budget beforehand, but she knew words alone wouldn't be enough. Then, in an attempt to divert his attention and lighten his mood, she made a bold suggestion, an entertainment fitting for the emperor's taste. A flicker of interest sparked in his red eyes as he leaned in. Intrigued, she proposed a Dangerous game, a human hunt, turning the court's attention toward an unexpected form of entertainment. Her words sent shock waves through the room as she suggested that the

prey would be none other than herself and those standing beside her. Ranier watched with amusement. Intrigued by her boldness, she continued, explaining that the people of the empire were descendants of the god of war, trained to become soldiers at any moment, making them Perfect candidates for such a hunt. Understanding the emperor's cruel sense of entertainment, she played along, knowing that in the original story, human hunting was an event that had piqued his interest. But she also understood that her position as prey needed justification. With no choice but to gamble, she feigned an excuse, referencing her

supposed illness and recent arrival in Actalus to buy herself time. Ranierro, however, was not one to Be easily fooled. Comparing her to a sick rabbit unfit for hunting, he questioned whether she was planning to escape. She hastily proposed postponing the hunt until winter until she became worthy to provide such entertainment. Her unexpected boldness caught everyone off guard, causing an uproar. Mariju protested vehemently, calling the proposal absurd. However, the empress countered, questioning why he hadn't approached her directly to resolve the Issue instead of wasting the emperor's precious time. Raniro, intrigued by her words, decided to humor

her suggestion. He found her unpredictability entertaining, and his amusement was evident as he acknowledged that for an empress, she wasn't bad. Marquesh, desperate, tried to redirect the punishment onto himself, pleading for mercy on behalf of his mother. But Renierro, unfazed, turned his words against him, reminding him that it was An honor to become prey for his entertainment, just as the empress had stated. As chaos erupted, the empress pieced together Ranier's true nature. He had known about the Marquis' schemes all along, yet chose to let them unfold. Sylvia, the Marcus' younger sister, had not been chosen

as empress, and this resentment had fueled the current predicament. Yet instead of intervening earlier, Raniro had let events spiral, watching from his throne Like a god overseeing a spectacle. Ranello observed her reaction closely. Amused by her resilience, he lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. Without warning, he leaned in, stealing a sudden kiss, testing her composure. She stiffened, unsure whether to resist or endure. Her instincts screamed at her to push him away, but she knew that any mistake could cost her dearly. As he pulled back, he studied her expression with satisfaction. He enjoyed

seeing her Struggle, balancing between fear and wit, knowing that she was constantly calculating her next move. He reminded her of the precarious position she was in, questioning how long she could continue without slipping up. She was then abruptly pushed back, landing onto the emperor's throne. Panic set in as she realized the implications of sitting in his seat. He towered over her, mocking her small frame, comparing her to a mere pet at a royal banquet. He Smirked as he leisurely ran his fingers through her hair. That day, she remained trapped in his court until the sun

dipped below the horizon, enduring [clears throat] his relentless games. By the time she was finally dismissed, exhaustion weighed heavily on her. She was so drained that she had no recollection of how she even made it back to her chambers. The next day, the palace atmosphere shifted. With the Marquis punished and his mother removed From her position, a new order took shape. The maids no longer looked down on the empress, acknowledging her as someone who could not be ignored. Among them, her most trusted maid, Sissen, stepped forward, filling the vacant role of headmade. The empress, once

dismissed and ostracized, had now become a figure of intrigue and speculation. Rumors swirled, painting her as a cruel empress. But instead of dwelling on whispers, she threw herself into the Duties of an empress. Managing palace affairs was no easy feat, and the sheer volume of work overwhelmed her. Her trusted maid, Sissen, reminded her that she was still adjusting to Actalus. But the Empress knew it was more than that. Her abilities simply weren't functioning as they should because she herself was not settled fully in this body yet. Among her many responsibilities, she had to oversee grand

events such as the summer solstice. It was the most Significant event in Actalus, honoring the god Actilla, the sun deity. Just as she was adjusting, an unexpected figure appeared before her, Sylvia Jacques, the younger sister of Marquis Jacques. Sylvia had been standing there waiting. It became evident that she had come with a request. Though the empress suspected its nature, Sylvia had been waiting outside for days, hoping for an audience. Sylvia knelt, unwavering. Instead of pleading for mercy, she made A surprising request to serve the empress as a maid. The empress hesitated, her instincts whispering caution.

Could the daughter of her enemies truly be trusted? Was this a ploy to strike when she least expected? Sylvia's trembling voice did not waver in its resolve. Her body, fragile and weary, seemed to carry the burden of more than just her family's disgrace. She was not here for revenge, nor did she plead for mercy on behalf of those Who had wronged her. She wanted to live, not merely survive, but live. The Empress, though cautious, understood the depths of Sylvia's desperation. But the court was no place for mercy alone. Survival demanded strategy. As night fell, uncertainty

lingered in the Empress's mind. The burden of making the right decision weighed heavy on her shoulders. As she wandered through the dimly lit corridors of the palace, she was suddenly met with the sight of Reniro's face emerging from the shadows. A startled gasp escaped her lips before it turned into a full-fledged scream. "Is screaming another one of your condition?" he mused. Before she could fully register his presence, he reached out, his cold fingers wrapping around her wrist, anchoring her in place. She hesitated as he loomed closer, his presence overwhelming, almost suffocating. There had been a

time when she thought there Needed to be a reason for him to seek her out. His gaze held in amusement as if toying with her fear. A light chuckle escaped his lips as she hiccuped nervously, his fingers tracing the side of her face. Before she could react, he closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss. As he pulled away, her mind was hazy with the lingering warmth of his touch. She remained frozen, dazed. A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest as he observed Her reaction. His amusement only growing when he realized

her hiccups had finally subsided. Soon their conversation shifted to the hunting game. The prey had begun training, he declared. But he had devised two new rules to make the game even more thrilling. The first rule stated that the prey could carry weapons and if they survived for 3 hours, they would be granted freedom. Angie wanted to bring up the topic of Sylvia, but as she hesitated, Ranelo, already aware of Her concerns, suggested including Sylvia in the game. He proposed making her a hunter, allowing her to prove her loyalty and willingness to sever ties with her

family. More than anything, he found the idea highly entertaining. To Angie, the very thought was cruel, but as Ranelo poured wine into a glass, he remarked that it was the best way to test Sylvia's loyalty. If she passed, she could be appointed as a maid. Left with no other choice, Angie agreed. Ranelo, amused by her hesitance, commented that he would personally give the order as she was too weak. She looked at him, knowing that in Ranello's eyes, everyone was weak compared to him. He had been born human, but his past actions made it clear he

was pure evil. While she was still lost in thought, Ranella suddenly splashed a glass of wine on her, startling her. His grin widened at her frightened reaction. Before she could recover, he pulled her Toward the bed. As he hovered over her, she resolved not to make any mistakes and to survive until the end. Later, as they lay in bed, Ranella observed her closely and remarked on how small and lacking in vigor she was. At this rate, he doubted whether she would even make a decent prey by winter. His words jolted her memory. She too was

supposed to become prey. But by winter, she would no longer be here, and Ranella would be preoccupied, meeting his lover, Saraphina. Ranelo explained the second rule. She was also required to participate as a hunter in the game. The revelation sent a wave of fear through Angie, causing her to sit up abruptly on the bed. Seeing her reaction, Ranella assured her that there was no need to worry since the prey could not harm the hunters. However, she knew all too well that if the Jacques family failed to survive, they would drag her down with them. A

shiver ran through her body, and Ranella was well aware of this fact. She calculated the time left. Only a month remained before the hunting game. Watching the Jacques family train from behind the walls, she realized she wasn't even remotely on their level. A maid suggested she find a teacher, but she knew that even with the best instructor, she wouldn't master combat in just a month. Instead, she requested to learn archery. She couldn't afford the risks of close combat, so she chose The bow to attack from a distance. As training began, she fell to the ground.

The bow was too heavy for her. The maid, puzzled, quietly informed her that it was a child's bow, meaning it shouldn't be that heavy. Determined, Angie pulled herself up and raised the bow. She had to survive. Meanwhile, Raniello informed Sylvia that she would be a hunter in the game. Her face turned pale at the news, but he ignored her reaction and instead asked about the empress. A servant Reported that the empress had canled all her social gatherings and had started learning archery. Rinelo chuckled, finding it cowardly for anyone to rely on a bow in combat.

However, with hesitation, the servant also informed him that the empress had fainted during training. For a brief moment, Ranella flinched. Angie woke from unconsciousness and tried to get up, but her limbs were sore from training. She concluded that she must have been Fragile since childhood. As she mumbled to herself, unaware of the presence beside her, Ranella suddenly spoke. Questioning why she was talking as if she didn't remember her own childhood. Startled, she asked why he was there. Leaning closer, he lifted her chin and explained that since she had fainted, he assumed something serious had happened,

so he came. As she sat in silence, waiting for him to leave, she quickly realized he had no intention of doing So. Ranelo observed her with amusement before murmuring that she was so weak and foolish that she caught a fever too easily. Hurt by his words, she couldn't stop the tears from welling up as she admitted that she knew she was weak. But she also understood that in order to survive, she had to practice. Her sudden tears made Raniello flinch, clearly not expecting such a reaction. But soon he chuckled and casually announced that he wouldn't

let her die. As he stood, she Frowned, convinced he was lying. However, to her surprise, Ranella gently laid her down and ordered cold water in a towel. He assured her that since she was ill, he would take care of her. That assurance only made her tremble because, as she feared, the emperor clearly had no idea how to care for someone. Without hesitation, he threw the soaked towel directly onto her face. Her pale, stunned expression must have finally registered because moments later he Called for a maid who swiftly took over the task with practice deficiency. As

he sat beside her, Ranella sighed, complaining that he had never seen anyone turn this pale from a single training session. The maid hesitated before suggesting that perhaps the empress was simply too fragile and unaccustomed to such physical exertion. Hearing this, Reanella let out a chuckle and mused aloud, asking Angie if being weak was yet another one of her Conditions. When the maid brought food, he still didn't leave. Instead, he remained seated and personally fed her. Angie looked at him momentarily, wondering if he was actually concerned for her well-being. But that illusion was shattered when she

realized his real reason. He wanted her to recover quickly so he could see her train again tomorrow. As he stood, he complained about how long it would take before she became an entertaining prey for him. The Words sent a shiver down her spine, but she quickly gathered herself and assured him that she would soon find a better teacher to improve her training. Ranella looked momentarily surprised at her determination, but then as if struck by an idea, he smirked and announced that he himself would be her teacher. All color drained from her face. The devil himself

teaching her. Seeing her reaction, his expression darkened as he asked if she had a problem with it. She Quickly collected herself, forcing a smile as she praised him, saying she was simply shocked and that there could be no better teacher than him. But deep inside, she knew the truth. She was doomed. The next day, she regained her strength, and the maid informed her that after she had fallen asleep, Ranelo never left the room. He had remained by her side all night until dawn. She quickly got dressed for training and made her way to the training

grounds. By The time she arrived, she was already panting, but a sense of satisfaction filled her. Renella was nowhere in sight, meaning she had arrived first. However, that relief was short-lived. His voice rang out from behind, complaining about how late she was. Her moment of victory disappeared instantly. He handed her a bow, one he had specifically prepared for her. Seeing a bow that belonged to her rather than one borrowed filled her with joy. Reinella Then raised his hand, brushing his fingers against her forehead and ears to check if she still had a fever. The unexpected

touch made her stiffen, but he simply turned away and without another word, ordered her to begin practice. As practice began, Ranelo quickly grew bored of archery within half an hour. Without hesitation, he handed Angie a wooden sword and initiated a sword training session instead. As skilled as he was with a Sword, he was just as terrible at teaching. Without giving her any proper basics, he immediately started practice. Angie did her best to keep up with him. But soon enough, she found herself defeated once again, lying on the ground, panting from exhaustion. Standing over her, Ranelo

complained, questioning how she could not prevent his attacks when, according to him, they were completely obvious. Understanding that arguing with him was pointless, Angie simply apologized, admitting she couldn't follow his movements. Reneolo mumbled to himself, commenting that if her eyesight was also one of her conditions, then how did she expect to attack prey from a distance? Only an idiot would think that. He then took it upon himself to explain every move, personally guiding her through the techniques. When she struggled to keep up, he complained again, wondering how she always managed to find new ways to

Fail. But despite his impatience, what was truly surprising was that unlike everything else he quickly lost interest in, Ranelo continued training her. Angie, feeling a rare sense of gratitude, thanked him. He responded by ruffling her hair in appreciation, a gesture that left her momentarily stunned. As time passed, rumors began spreading among the nobles. Stories of how the emperor personally took care of his wife and even trained her himself Circulated through the palace. Naturally, the source of these rumors was the maids around the empress. Angie knew how people now saw them as a devoted, affectionate couple,

but she felt no need to correct them. It wasn't beneficial for her that so many nobles were taking an interest in her, especially with her plan to escape. But at the same time, avoiding conflict with the emperor was crucial to ensuring her safe departure. Ranelo continued Practicing with her every morning, and as usual, whenever she failed, he would complain. This time about how small and slow her brain was and how her body wasn't any better. [clears throat] Between training and preparing for the upcoming summer solstice festival, she barely had time for anything else. She hadn't

seen Sylvia in a while, but she didn't even have the energy to think about it. Whenever she had even a moment of rest, Ranella would appear in her Palace. And the moment he did, everyone around her would immediately scatter, fleeing the room. Even after all this time, she was still frightened of him. Ranella suddenly complained, asking why she was looking at him like that, as if she were silently telling him to shut up and leave. afraid that he would misunderstand her, she quickly tried to explain. But before she could even begin, in a fraction of

a second, he cuped her face, closing the distance Between them. His lips met hers, sealing the space between them. The kiss felt overwhelming, like she was being completely consumed by Reniello Actalis. As he pulled away, she trembled, still breathless, unable to form words. Without saying anything, Renelo unzipped her dress, stripping it away and tossing it aside. He looked at her amused, commenting on how slow she was at learning even this. He knew everything about her, what she liked and where, While she knew nothing about him. In the next moment, he turned her towards the mirror,

whispering that for now, as much as he would love to continue. It wasn't what she was expecting. It was a dress he had prepared for her to wear at the festival. But he reminded her that she could only wear it if she survived the hunt. Otherwise, it would be a pity. As the summer festival arrived, a growing fear settled in her chest. In the afternoon, the hunt would begin, and she Had no choice but to participate. While getting ready, the weight of the upcoming event loomed over her. She arrived where Ranella was waiting. As she

apologized for being late, he pulled her onto his lap, making her blush. He then asked about her strategy for the hunt. She explained that she would take higher ground so she could strike from a distance without engaging in close combat. Rano chuckled at her plan, pointing out that she had never even Managed to strike him back during their training. Hastily, she defended herself, saying that at least she had been able to survive for 30 seconds. But Ranelo only smiled lightly, correcting her. She had survived only because he had chosen to let her. Soon the announcement

was made, and the summer festival began. The emperor and empress stepped onto the balcony hand in hand, acknowledging the gathered crowd. At the feast, though the table was filled with delicious food, She couldn't eat. The weight of the hunt consumed her thoughts. Ranelo noticing her anxiety offered her a drink. Despite her doubts, the fear of both the hunt and the emperor himself made her accept it. She quickly gulped it down. The moment the liquid went down her throat and unfamiliar sensations spread through her body. A strange heat consumed her as if something was burning inside.

Ranelo assured her that everything would be fine soon. Moments later, something Changed within her. A sudden burst of laughter escaped her lips, startling those around her, but she didn't care. It felt as if she were a completely different person. Fear no longer existed within her. Instead, a strange excitement took its place. With her inhibitions gone, she even finished an entire dish without hesitation. As she prepared for the hunt, her fear had vanished entirely, replaced by an eagerness she hadn't felt before. A maid Handed her a small gift from Raniello and extracted poison to use as

she saw fit in the hunt. When she arrived at the hunting grounds, she noticed Sylvia standing there, her body trembling. But in her current state, Angie no longer felt sympathy or guilt. This was Sylvia's fate. If she survived, she would earn her wish. A new announcement rang out, and unexpectedly, Renella himself arrived at the hunting grounds. He chuckled and reminded her that as Promised, he wouldn't let her die. The gates opened. Sylvia was the first to enter. Now it was Angies turn. But at this moment, she realized she had become just like Raniello. Taking the

high ground, she positioned herself to strike at the first person who appeared. As she focused, she spotted movement. Sylvia, but she wasn't her target. Lowering her guard for a moment, she watched as Sylvia's mother suddenly appeared, attacking her own daughter. They were no longer family. They were hunter and prey. Angie positioned her arrow and struck, but it landed between the mother and daughter. Lady Marqu immediately noticed her presence. Before she could react, Sylvia shoved her mother to the ground, and the two began to fight. It was a simple game of survival. Sylvia, determined to live,

grabbed a stone and struck her mother down. When Angie reached the ground, Sylvia bowed before her, declaring that She had done her duty in offering prey to the empress and proving her loyalty. But in the next moment, she staggered and collapsed, losing consciousness. Marquac arrived at the scene, his eyes burning with challenge. Without hesitation, Angie positioned her arrow toward him. Before he could close the distance, she loosed the arrow, striking him first. Then something shifted inside her. A sudden weakness overtook her body, and she collapsed to the ground. Something was wrong. She couldn't move. Marqu

was Jacques saw the opportunity and attacked. She fell backward, helpless. Lying there, her mind went blank. Was this her final moment in this novel? Seizing his chance, Marquis raised his ax, preparing to strike her down and avenge his mother. But before the blow could land, a blade pierced through him. Ranella stood behind him, his sharp sword buried deep in Jacques's body. The mark was crumpled to the Ground. As Angie looked up at the man who had saved her, he smiled, reminding her, "Didn't he promise that he wouldn't let her die?" He pulled her into his

embrace. She winced, complaining about the pain, only for him to explain that it was the effect of the drug he had given her. It had temporarily removed her fear and granted her full strength. But once the effects wore off, the exhaustion hit all at once. He pulled out another bottle, and Angie's Immediate reaction was to protest. Was he giving her another drug? Ranelo assured her that it was simply a painkiller. To prove it, he poured some into his mouth first. Then, in the next moment, he closed the distance, pouring the same dose into her mouth

from his. Angie's pain had lessened within a short while as the painkillers began to take effect. Rano laughed loudly, showing off the prey she had taken down that day, clearly satisfied with her performance. Later, he announced the results to the people of Actalus, and the crowd erupted in praise for the empress, who had proven herself a true Actelin. Angie could clearly see how much the people of Actilus worshiped power. Earlier they had looked down on her, but now their attitude had completely changed. "Tonight's banquet will be dedicated to the Empress," Ranelo declared, wrapping his arm

around her shoulder. "When night fell and the banquet began, Angie sat Beside him. He kept staring at her, making her uneasy." "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked awkwardly. "Well, I'm interested," he replied lazily, his eyes still fixed on her. Angie smiled proudly. "Thank you. Receiving your honor is an honor. Renella chuckled. Well, I meant I'm interested in the fact that I can now recognize your face. Her pride shattered instantly. Now that she thought about it, most people easily remembered others Faces, but in the story she had read, Renella couldn't recognize anyone's.

She used to think it was just because he was the emperor and didn't bother to remember, but now it felt strange that someone as intelligent as him couldn't do so. As she got lost in thought, she didn't realize when they reached the dance floor. What are you so preoccupied with? You look lost, Ranelo asked, studying her expression. She flinched, realizing how absorbed she'd been. Perhaps I'm still suffering from the side effects of the drug. She replied quickly. "I don't enjoy lies," he said, pulling her closer by the waist as the music started. The banquet's dance

only began after the emperor and empress shared the first dance, so Angie reminded herself not to irritate him. Luckily, her body still remembered how to dance, though not perfectly. In trying too hard not to step on his feet, she lost her balance and tripped. Reanella's hand reached out to catch her, but she stopped herself. She couldn't touch him without his permission. As a result, she fell hard onto the floor with a loud thud. Reanella smirked. "I'm impressed that you didn't make any mistakes," he said dryly. Angie sighed in relief, realizing she had been right not

to grab his hand. Turning to the others, Ranella warned them. "Do not look down on my Empress." Then he lifted her in his arms and Carried her to his throne. As the banquet continued, Sylvia entered the hall. "Greetings, your majesty," she said, kneeling. The people began to murmur, calling her shameless for showing up after her mother and brother had tried to harm the empress. Some even urged Angie to punish her. But Angie raised her glass calmly. She fought with her mother for me. "Isn't that proof of loyalty?" she said with a faint smile. Ranelo burst

out, laughing at her Confident, queenly answer. Seeing the emperor laugh, no one dared question further. Instead, everyone forced themselves to join in the laughter. Your Majesty," Sylvia spoke again. "I have come to receive the reward you promised." Ranella nodded. "Right, as I said, you'll be appointed as an attendant to the Empress." Sylvia bowed deeply. "Thank you, Majesty," she said before leaving. Angie realized how clever she was. Sylvia could have asked For her reward in private, but by doing it here in front of everyone, she made sure that all of Actalus knew she was now the

empress's attendant. No one would dare underestimate her again. As the banquet stretched late into the evening, Angie quietly excused herself from the hall. She walked outside and sat near the fountain, her thoughts drifting. She wondered why she had been reincarnated into this fantasy novel in the first place. Soon, footsteps Approached from behind. It was Ranello. You seem fine, he commented casually. "Pardon?" Angie asked confused. "You seem surprisingly unaffected considering how many people you've killed," he added, placing a beautiful flower behind her ear. Angie lowered her gaze. She did feel guilty, but nothing could change what

had happened. She had only done it to survive. "Perhaps because they weren't close to me," she said softly. "I simply won and survived, that's all." Then she bowed politely. "And thank you. If you hadn't killed Marquis, I would have died." Ranella smirked. To him, that kind of battle was nothing more than a fight between ants. The others had clear reasons to fight, but Angie didn't. That was precisely why he had drugged her earlier, to see her desperation, to see something interesting unfold. He had known about the side effects, but it didn't concern him. Everything had

gone according to His plan, except one thing. He hadn't expected her reaction. He thought she'd be terrified, drowning in guilt, too shaken to attend the banquet. But instead, she had surprised him. That unexpected strength excited him. Perhaps that was why, for the first time, he could clearly remember her face. Ranelo extended his hand. "We should go back inside," Angie hesitated, then finally placed her hand in his. The first human face Ranelo ever truly recognized was That of someone fragile and delicate. He led her inside, but instead of returning to the hall, he took her to

a private chamber. Angies heartbeat quickened when she realized it was his room. She had read about it before in the novel. While she was busy recalling those details, Renella began unbuttoning his shirt. Angies face turned crimson. She quickly looked away, afraid to meet his eyes without permission. Ranella chuckled. "You can look. You have my Permission," he said smoothly. Before she could respond, he reached for her, pulling her close and pinning her gently between his arm and the wall. His face inched closer, his breath brushing her lips. "Please stop," Angie whispered, her voice trembling. "Do you

want me to stop?" he murmured, his lips grazing hers. The next moment, there was a splash. The man had stepped into the steaming bath. "Angie, come here," Ranella ordered. She nodded quietly, Taking off her shoes and arranging her dress before dipping her feet into the hot water. Her body trembled at the sudden warmth. "It'll be fine once you're inside. You're too fearful, Raniello said before pulling her closer by the waist. My dress. Angie gasped flustered. Don't bother, he smirked. Then with a teasing tone asked, the water still feel too hot. She shook her head but

found it hard to stay steady. Her trembling hands couldn't reach for Him without permission. Normally, Ranella was pleased when people obeyed him precisely. But right now, her restraint irritated him. "Angie," he said firmly, looking into her eyes. "You have my permission." Startled, she hurriedly reached out, wrapping her soft hands around him to steady herself. Her touch was hesitant yet warm. But as soon as she held on to him, something within Reanella stirred, a desire that had been quietly building all night, and Angie's Struggle with him continued through the night, caught between fear, restraint, and the

emperor's unrelenting will. As morning arrived, Angie slept peacefully while the man sat beside her. Now, even when he closed his eyes, he could clearly see her face. As he was lost in thought, Angie began to stir in her sleep. Her breathing turned erratic. She seemed to be having a nightmare, almost hyperventilating. Ranelo immediately pulled her into his Arms and pressed his lips against hers, sharing his breath to calm her. But Angie, startled by the closeness, even in her halfleep, bit his lip. Ranella frowned. No one had ever dared to do that to him before. Without

hesitation, he pressed his lips back against hers more firmly, deepening the contact until he was satisfied. When he finally pulled away, a thin line of blood trailed down from his lip. On the other side, Angie had woken up, trembling. In my dream, I Saw one of the prey coming after me. With its head cut off, holding an ax, she whispered shakily. She reached out instinctively to hold on to him, but stopped midway, realizing what she was doing. "Go on," Ranella said quietly, granting his permission. "Only then did Angie press herself against his broad chest for

comfort." "I'm scared," she admitted in a small voice. Ranella watched her for a moment, then raised his arm to hold her, offering silent Reassurance. Slowly, Angie relaxed in his arms and drifted back to sleep. When she woke again later, she dressed and went to the breakfast table, only to find him sitting across from her. His sharp gaze made her uneasy. "Your Majesty," she began carefully. "I want to go home." The words slipped out before she realized her mistake. "She should have said, palace." "Isn't this your home now?" Ranelo asked, raising an eyebrow. "I I apologize.

Maybe I didn't Get enough sleep," Angie said, embarrassed. But I think you slept plenty last night," he replied with a faint smirk. "Actually, Sylvia is moving to my palace today," Angie added quickly, trying to make an excuse. "I should be there as her superior." As she spoke, her eyes drifted to his lips. They looked slightly bruised. "Was that blood?" She was sure they'd been fine last night. "Who could have hurt him?" Suddenly, Ranella met her gaze. She Flinched, realizing she had been staring. "Oh, I apologize," she said quickly. "I noticed you were hurt. Are you

all right? Ranelo chuckled, then reached out, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her close. If it bothers you, he murmured. Why not take a better look? Their faces were now inches apart. His breath brushed her skin as he whispered against her ear. Because you did this. Angie's eyes widened in shock. I I did, she stammered. Why would she do Something so reckless? Was she out of her mind? She gulped nervously before replying. That's impossible. If I had done that, I wouldn't still be sitting here. with my head attached. Ranella leaned back slightly, a

faint smile on his lips. "You do have a point." Angie let out a small sigh of relief, only for it to vanish a second later. "But hurting my face is a grave crime," he continued calmly. "And one must be properly Punished." Angie nodded hesitantly. "Yes, whoever made a mistake should be punished," Reanella's grin widened. "Then your punishment," he announced, "is that you cannot go home." And just like that, Angie found herself stuck with him. That morning, as Ranella read through the letters brought to him, he opened one and murmured, "A letter from the temple of

Tuya, the temple of Tunia, built in the barren, lordless West. Once a fertile land had been gifted to the God of mercy, and the desolate land that remained was given to the god's descendants. Only the most devoted believers stayed there. Now, as tensions between Actalus and Svenia continued to rise, the temple had sent a plea for aid under the pretense of mercy. But to Ranello, it wasn't worth a reply. He set the letter aside without hesitation. Turning, he called out to his empress, only to find that she had already drifted to sleep beside him. He

leaned Closer, hovering over her, his fingers brushing her cheek gently. "You must be out of your mind to fall asleep like this," he murmured under his breath. His gaze lingered on her soft lips, and a mischievous thought crossed his mind. Without warning, he leaned in and nibbled lightly on them. Angie jolted awake with a startled scream, her eyes wide in shock, only to realize it was him. She quickly covered her lips, looking at him in disbelief, silently Asking, "What was that?" Reinella straightened up nonchalantly and returned to his chair. "Don't sleep like that," he said

casually before resuming his work. As he began replying to letters, Angie hesitated, then spoke softly. "Your Majesty, if possible, I'd like something to do. Perhaps I could take a look at the papers you're reviewing." Ranella glanced at her. She looked sincere and admittedly adorable. Indeed, the empress had every right to Know. But not yet. Without a word, he turned back to his desk and continued writing, ignoring her question. Angie fumbled nervously in her seat, unsure if she had said something wrong or if he was angry. Ranelo, watching her from the corner of his eye, couldn't

help but chuckle quietly at her expression. She looked so flustered and cute that he decided to let it go. Later that day, he dragged her along everywhere to his meals, to his training sessions, and Through every task on his schedule. Angie followed him silently until finally she was dismissed only after everything had been completed. At night, Duchess Nurma wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and smiled. "I'm happy to see you two getting along," she said warmly. "But for Angie, it was turning into a disaster. Spending time with Reanella was utterly exhausting." Then Nurma suggested, "Why

don't you reschedule the social events you postponed earlier?" The words made Angie's face pale. She had completely forgotten about those, and now they were setting the date for next month, just 3 weeks away. As days passed, Angie kept wondering when she would ever find the time to plan her escape if she remained so busy with palace affairs. But she couldn't simply ignore her duties either. So she spent her days learning about all the nobles from the books Duchess Nurma had recommended. However, memorizing all Those names and details gave her a splitting headache. That was when

Reanella appeared, snatching the book from her hands. "What are you reading?" he asked, glancing through the pages. After skimming a few lines, he tossed the book aside and flopped down, resting his head on her lap. "I don't know who gave you this, but you're wasting your time," he said flatly. "Oh, am I?" Angie asked, confused. Ranelo sat up, taking her chin between his fingers. "Yes, You'll sit like this, chin high, and arrogant smile, and say, I don't know you, and I have no need to know you. However, I I shall listen to your introduction." Angie

blinked at his bold suggestion. But Raniello didn't back down. Leaning closer, he said, "You are my wife and the empress, so just reign over them. But that's how you rule, your majesty," she said softly. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "And why shouldn't you rule as I do? Besides, I Should be the only one who knows how fragile and delicate you truly are." Then he pulled back casually and added, "One more thing. If you want to be like me, learn to control your facial expressions. You're too easy to read." Angies expression stiffened. But

she couldn't deny he was right. She wore every feeling on her face. Suddenly, Reanella turned back to her. "By the way, are you feeling unwell?" he asked. Caught off guard, Angie blinked. "No, I Feel fine," she replied. He studied her for a moment, then nodded. "All right." A week later, the day of the social event arrived. Angie's maid, Suzanne, who had come with her from her homeland, quietly advised, "Your Majesty, we should postpone the gathering. You're not well. You're on your period." But Duchess Nurma disagreed firmly. "It can't be postponed now," she said. Angie stood

to the side, her stomach aching painfully. "That must have been why Ranelo had asked earlier if she was unwell." She sighed softly before speaking. "You're both right. But I can'tt ignore my duties. Bring me my pain medicine and let us continue with the gathering." The hall was filled with murmurss as the gathering continued. Angie, throbbing with pain, immediately regretted her decision to attend. In her original life, it had never been this unbearable. But now that she had entered the hall, she knew the Show had to go on. Forcing a smile, she thanked everyone for coming

and accepting her invitation, she believed Duchess Nurma had invited only those noble women who would be good allies for her. But as she sat there, her vision blurred and it became harder to concentrate. The pain made it impossible to recall what she had studied in the past days. She couldn't even recognize who was who anymore. At that moment, she remembered Ranella's words. It was too Late to regret, so she decided to follow his advice. I don't know who you are," she said, her tone cool and commanding. "So why not introduce yourselves?" Her expression carried the

same dangerous glint her husband was known for. Everyone froze, stunned by the sudden arrogance of the empress, especially Duchess Nurma. But Angie didn't falter. "You're making me wait," she added sharply. "That was enough to make everyone move." The noble women Hurriedly began their introductions one after another. Angie smiled faintly, satisfied. "I'm glad to meet everyone," she said. Once the introductions were over, the women began chatting and sipping their tea. The air had just started to relax when Ranella entered. Everyone was takenback by his sudden appearance and immediately stood to greet him. His gaze swept across

the room until it landed on Angie. "Seeing her pale face," he sighed, then walked Over and lifted her into his arms without a word. "I suddenly felt the urge to be with my duchess," he said coolly. "So, I'll be taking her. Enjoy yourselves." The hall went silent in shock as Reinelloo turned and left, ignoring everyone's stunned faces. In his arms, Angie clung to him. For the first time, she felt relief, grateful to see her husband and surprised at how effortlessly he could bend every situation his way. He carried her Straight to her bedroom, gently laying

her on the bed before ordering the maids to bring more pain medicine. Pulling a chair beside her, he sat down. "I guess you overestimated yourself," he said with a faint smile, patting her head. "But I'm glad those fools were so easy to deal with. It worked out in your favor. Angie nodded weakly, then suddenly sat up. Shouldn't you be at the council meeting? I didn't go, he replied casually. It would have been boring. Then with a small chuckle, he added, "Besides, it was more interesting to see what you do in there." Angie looked at him,

wondering how a man like this managed to rule the most powerful nation. "What was the meeting about?" she asked, changing the topic. "The Temple of Tuna," he answered. Angie flinched slightly at the name. "The temple? That was where the main protagonist Saraphina was. The temple? She repeated. Reinella noticed the Change in her tone, but continued explaining. The temple of Tunia was small and barren, which was why Actalus had never paid it much attention. The priests there always preached peace between Actalus and some vinia. But this time, their letter was about monsters. The eggs were about

to hatch, and the issue needed to be dealt with. "So, will you go there?" Angie asked, her voice serious. She was certain he would, knowing his fondness for battle and Bloodshed. Ranelo looked at her silently for a moment, noticing how tightly she was clenching her dress. Then, with a playful smile, he said, "Who knows? Maybe I'll show them mercy if they kneel before me." But Angies heart was restless. The mention of the temple had brought back her memories of the novel. If Saraphina was there, what if the temple sent her as a representative? According to

the original story, she and Ranella were supposed to meet in winter. But back then, Angie hadn't been this close to him. "What if the timeline had already changed? What if her memory was wrong?" Lost thought she didn't notice when Reneo popped a candy into her mouth. "It'll help," he said. She nodded absently, realizing that lately he had been doing small things like this, almost as if nursing her was a game he enjoyed. "Then suddenly, she asked, "Your Majesty, will you keep me alive at least until winter?" Ranella raised an Eyebrow, surprised by the question. Then

he chuckled. Perhaps you should try harder so that I'll want to keep you alive," he murmured, nudging her lower lip with his thumb before leaning closer and capturing her lips in a deep kiss. As time went by, Angie focused all her attention on the Temple of Tunia. "She needed to gather more information about it, details that hadn't been mentioned in the novel. If things had changed and Saraphina came earlier, the story could Progress faster and Angie might end up dead before winter." And yet, she still hadn't planned her escape route. She spent her days buried

in books, reading everything she could find about the temple. What she discovered was that the Saints was considered the most sacred being in the land. She never left the temple and didn't meet anyone from outside. In the original story, the focus had been on Reinella's violent desire for the Saints of Tunia. But the Books she read now focused more on the monsters that surrounded the temple. The area around Tunia was heavily infested with monsters that even bred near the temple walls. When food was scarce, these creatures hunted humans in the nearby territory. The temple positioned

at the border acted as a barrier to protect the people from those monsters. Angie sighed in relief. From what she learned, Saraphina would not come here. But then another thought struck her. If Ranella went to destroy the monsters, he might pass through the temple and meet her there. In that case, Angie decided she would go with him. And if they did meet the Saints, she would use that moment to escape. A few days later, that day finally arrived. Ranelo sat on his throne greeting the devotees from the temple of Tunia who had come seeking his

help. Angie joined him seated beside him and was surprised to see that the archbishop himself had come. Then her Eyes drifted to the man standing next to him, the temple's holy knight, Eden. In the novel, Eden had been Saraphina's first love. The Holy Knights were the temple's protectors, fighting against the monsters that threatened their land. Eden hadn't played a major role in the story, but he was known as a gifted young warrior. In the original tale, Saraphina's lingering feelings for Eden had been what drove Renelo to kill him, turning the story into tragedy. "Now That

you've come for my help," Ranelo said from his throne, his tone arrogant and cold. "You must show your sincerity." "Of course," the Archbishop began politely. "You may not be much, but he stopped when Renelo cut him off sharply." "No, what value would your gifts have? Instead, why not kneel before me and beg for mercy?" Angie sighed quietly beside him. As expected, he had to say something outrageous. But she also knew the temple had no choice. If they refused and returned without securing his help, they wouldn't survive the monster attacks. To everyone's surprise, it was Eden

who stepped forward first. Without hesitation, he dropped to one knee before the emperor. Seeing him, the others followed one by one until the entire group was kneeling. Reanella laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "What a sight this is," he murmured. Angie scowlled softly at him. "He really was acting like a true Villain." Later, when Angie thought back to the event, she still found it unbelievable that Eden had been the first to kneel. In the original story, Eden had been described as stubborn and rebellious, a man who never conformed to anything he believed was wrong. By

that logic, he should have been the only one standing, even if everyone else bowed. As she was lost in thought, Ranelo's voice came from behind her. "Where are you going?" "Oh, I'm Just returning to my palace," Angie replied calmly. "All right, let's go," he said, grabbing her hand and leading the way. As they walked, Ranelo glanced at her. He had noticed that lately, Angies interests had shifted. She no longer spent her time studying books on high society or court etiquette. Instead, she was absorbed in reading about the Temple of Tunia. She had even insisted on

attending the meeting with the temple's Representatives. The Anro kingdom, where she was from, had no connection with Tunia. The two lands were far apart. Yet, during the meeting, Renella had noticed a change in her expression. Her reaction had been strange, almost emotional, especially when her eyes met the Holy Knights. Ranella smirked to himself at the thought. Later, Angie brought up the idea of hosting a dinner for the representatives of Tunia. "Who will be Seated at the table?" she asked. Ranella leaned casually against the balcony railing. "What do you think?" he asked back. "Well, I suppose

the archbishop, the captain of the Holy Order, and the two eldest among the clergy." "That seems to be the correct order," she answered hesitantly. Reanella watched her carefully throughout the conversation, analyzing her expression. To be honest, Angie added with a small laugh. I don't really know who's most Important. I've never seen them before. Ranelo chuckled softly. 2 months ago, he would have found that answer dull, but now it amused him. He decided his suspicions were unnecessary. Angie didn't seem interested in the night after all. Relieved, he sat on the bed and called her name. "Angie,"

he said, motioning for her to come closer. Obediently, she stood and walked toward him. Reinella took her hand, admiring how compliant she was. But this time, he Wanted to see a little more. With a sudden pull, he drew her toward him, and she stumbled, falling against his chest. "Angie," he said softly, smiling as her face turned pale with embarrassment. "Kiss me." The next day, Angie began to feel uneasy about Eden. Something about him didn't fit. She ordered her personal maid, Cesanne, to keep an eye on him. Over the following days, Cesanne reported that Eden often

visited the library. He always read the same book, One that didn't seem related to Tunia and kept it hidden beneath his cloak. He read it only in secluded places. If he was hiding it, Angie thought it had to be something forbidden. Her heart pounded at the realization and a bold idea began forming in her mind. But to confirm it, she couldn't rely on Can anymore. She would have to see it herself. So, when the day of the sparring session arrived, Angie feigned illness and asked Duchess Nurma and the Other maids to attend the match in

her place. Duchess Nurma immediately protested. How can I leave your majesty alone when you're unwell? Angie smiled reassuringly. Suzanne will stay with me, so there's nothing to worry about. Besides, I want to know the result of the match. It would be best if you all went and told me about it later. Duchess Nurma's eyes lit up with excitement. The others too were eager to go, and since the Empress herself had given Permission, they all left happily to watch the sparring match, leaving Angie alone with Suzanne. As soon as they were gone, Angie turned to her

maid. So, nobody will be near the library now, right? Sisan nodded nervously. Yes, but do you really want to go there? Angie smiled and patted her cheek gently. Don't worry, nothing will happen. She trusted Suzanne. Her maid had come from her homeland and would never report anything to the emperor. Angie hurriedly Wrapped a shawl around herself and left for the library. Looking around carefully, she saw that everyone was busy watching the match. Quietly, she hid in the bushes near the path leading to the library, waiting for Eden to appear. As expected, after a while, the

night arrived, his footsteps calm and steady as he walked. Angie swallowed hard before stepping out from her hiding spot. "Hey, I don't know what you're looking for, but you won't find it in There," she said quickly. "Visitors are restricted from most of the books." Eden turned to her calmly. "I'm not looking for anything. I'm just looking around," he replied, his tone so composed it almost made Angie doubt her suspicion. After a brief silence, she asked, "What's your name?" The knight looked down slightly. "My name is Eden. I have no surname as I've devoted my mind

and body to the god of Tunia," he said evenly. "What's your other name?" Angie Asked again, her voice low and uncertain. [clears throat] Eden's eyes narrowed slightly. "What do you mean?" "I mean," she clarified. "Your other name? The one you had before Tunia gave you this one. And if you don't have one, I won't ask again." Eden stared at her for a long moment, making Angie begin to doubt her theory. But then he lifted his gaze and said quietly, "My name is Cha Su Hian." Angie's heart steadied. So, she had been right. Do you know

a book Called The Flower That Blooms Even in the Abyss? She asked hurriedly. Yes, Eden replied. I've read it. Then, "When did you possess this body?" "I came here about 2 months ago," she asked. Eden thought for a moment. "I guess around the same time, but I'm surprised. I'm not the only one who reincarnated here." "I thought the same," Angie said, almost collapsing in relief. "I really believed I was alone in this world." "Are you all right?" Eden asked, startled by her Sudden emotion. I'm fine, she said, her voice shaking. I'm just happy. Eden smiled

softly. I see. Then what should I call you? Angie looked up. You can call me your majesty. Everyone here does. Eden bent down slightly and took her hand. Then your majesty. I'm pleased to meet you, he said with a warm smile. Then he added curiously. But how did you find out about me? It was your behavior. Angie replied. It didn't match the character from the novel at all. It Didn't make any sense. She glanced around cautiously. I can't stay here long, so let's get to the point. I heard you've been reading some kind of band

book. What is it? Eden nodded. Yes, I'm researching forbidden spells. I think that's what brought me into this world. Angie froze. She hadn't thought about it before, how she ended up here. Maybe because in all those fantasy novels she'd read, reincarnation had felt so familiar, so cliche that she'd never Questioned it. Eden scratched his head. You said you thought you were alone. So, does that mean the Emperor wasn't reincarnated from our world? Angie sighed. I wish he was, but no, he's the same insane man described in the novel. Eden frowned slightly, thinking, "Then maybe the

reason we were reincarnated here is because our characters died in the story. If I can uncover the spell that caused it, maybe I can undo it and send us back home. Go back." Home? Angie Repeated softly. She had never even considered that possibility because in stories like these, people rarely ever went back once they were reincarnated. On the other side, Raniello, who was watching the sparring match, felt utterly bored. Or perhaps he was missing someone. His gaze kept drifting toward the empty seat beside him. After a while, he decided to leave and head to the

empress's palace. When he stepped inside, Cissan nearly jumped in shock at His sudden arrival. "Your Majesty, what brings you here?" she stammered. Ranella smirked. "Should I not be here?" he replied, walking straight to the bed and flipping the sheets. Seeing the empty bed, he muttered coldly. My [laughter] wife, who was supposed to be sick, is not here. Suzanne's face went pale. Your majesty, she began, but his piercing gaze silenced her instantly. Why don't I hear that excuse from my wife herself? He said in a voice so cold it made her Tremble. It wasn't hard to

piece things together. The holy night Eden hadn't participated in the sparring session, and the empress had used illness as an excuse to stay behind. Ranella's lips curled slightly. How annoying, he muttered under his breath. Meanwhile, at the library, Angie was still speaking with Eden. So, if you're living in Tunia, have you met Saraphina? She asked curiously. Saraphina? Eden began, but then hesitated. What is it? Do you like Her? Angie asked worried, firing off questions. Eden quickly shook his head. No, it's actually the opposite. What? Why? Is she not a good person? Angie asked confused. I'm

not sure about her personality, Eden replied. because I've been avoiding her. Angie frowned in confusion. He should have already synchronized with his character after taking over Eden's body. Then Eden spoke again. Actually, Eden hates Saraphina. Angies eyes widened. Why would Eden Hate her? Eden sighed. Norms and doctrines are Eden's entire life. That's why he was disgusted that the Saints harbored such feelings for him. It was new information for Angie. Something the novel had never revealed. Will you be joining the expedition to eliminate the monsters? She asked. Eden nodded. Yes, my purpose is to reach the

great library of the abandoned sanctuary. I believe I can find more about the spell there. Angie nodded. Then I'll search for it in The Imperial Library. It's better to understand why we're here before we think about going back home. If I find anything, I'll tell you in Tunia, she promised excitedly. Are you going to join the monster hunt? Eden asked in surprise. I haven't discussed it with the emperor yet, Angie admitted nervously. But I'll try. With that, they agreed to avoid contact for now and waved goodbye. Angie returned to her palace, relieved she had made

it back Before anything went wrong. But her relief vanished the moment she saw Ranella sitting there waiting for her. "I thought you were sick," he said lazily. "Angie froze." "Didn't you finish watching the match?" "I I had a headache, so I went for a walk," she stammered nervously. "Your hands are trembling," Ranella said, leaning closer. "Are you guilty of something?" It's because you're making such a scary expression, she said, her voice shaking. You met that holy night, didn't you? He asked suddenly. Angie bit her lip. Are you doubting me? She asked softly. He was. Two

people had been absent at the same time. It wasn't hard to notice. But what was the problem? Even if his wife liked that night, why should he care? The emperor of Actalus does not feel jealousy. If his wife wanted that night, shouldn't he just let her have him as a toy? Angie, terrified by his expression, dropped to the floor. "You know I can't Lie to you," she cried. "What would I do if I got caught? It's too scary to even imagine." Ranelo knelt down on one knee and gently touched her cheek. "I guess you're right,"

he murmured, pulling her into his arms and hugging her tightly. "You're not angry?" Angie asked in confusion. Ranella sighed. If he said yes, she'd only fear him again. So instead, he smiled faintly and said, "I'm not angry." And that became the first time Angelica managed to fool her Husband, Ranelo Actalus. Neither of them realized it yet. But at that very moment, their relationship had shifted ever so slightly, and the story within the novel had begun to change. Later, Angie cried out in relief. Earlier, she had been so terrified she thought Reanella might kill her before

she even had a chance to escape. But clearly, he wasn't someone who would get angry just because she had been absent from her room. Perhaps it was because she met Eden. But why would that make him angry? To him, she was just another prey in his life, nothing more. Or maybe he had sensed that she was plotting something, but that was impossible. No one knew she was a reincarnator. Still, it was safer to stay close to him for a few days. That was her plan. Ranelo, however, had something else on his mind. During one of

their strolls, they happened to meet the knights from Tunia, who were out walking as well. The knights greeted the Emperor respectfully and began conversing with him, while Eden stayed behind, carefully avoiding Rananiel's eyes and not even glancing at Angie. Angie was relieved that he was behaving like they didn't know each other. She turned to Reniello. "Your Majesty, perhaps we should take our leave," she suggested softly. But Renelloo had no intention of doing so. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he said with a faint smile, "Don't be so Heartless, Duchess. We can't be rude to our

guests." Then he turned back to continue chatting with the knights. As he spoke, his fingers lazily toyed with Angies hair, the gesture appearing affectionate, almost tender. It made Angie uneasy. He used to touch her like this before, but never in front of others. Why now? She thought, her heart tightening with discomfort. On the other hand, Eden observed the scene quietly, looked a little confused. Angie had told Him that the emperor was dangerous, just like in the original story. But right now, Reanella looked nothing like the ruthless man she had described. At this moment, he appeared

to be nothing more than an affectionate husband devoted to his wife. But only Angie knew that this affectionate version of him was far more terrifying and unpredictable than the one described in the original story. Angie, Ranelo suddenly called out. She looked up. Yes. Without another word, he Leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. The knights froze, stunned by the sudden display of affection, but Ranella's sharp eyes flicked toward Eden mid kiss, clearly sending a message, marking his territory. When he finally pulled away, Angie caught her breath, her cheeks flushed. "Your Majesty, can we please

go inside?" she said quietly. Ranelo chuckled. "Looks like the empress wants to spend some alone time with me," he said teasingly To the knights. We should get going then. With that, he led Angie away, leaving the knights stunned in silence. Now, Angie was certain that Reanila's gaze had been fixed on Eden the entire time. She suspected he might have overheard their earlier conversation. She needed to confirm it before it was too late. In a hurry, she wrote a letter to Eden and sent it through Sesanne. In the letter, she asked if he thought the emperor

might have heard them. Eden's Reply was brief. He didn't think so. Angies calm expression hardened. Frustrated, she tore the letter into pieces. This person who took over Eden's body really isn't that smart, she thought angrily. Meanwhile, Suzanne, standing nearby, had begun noticing how strangely her mistress had been acting since they arrived in Actalis. Ever since Angies marriage was arranged back in Enrow, she had cried for days, so much that Sissan had chosen To accompany her to Actilus as her lady in waiting. But now, Angie seemed like a completely different person. With that worry weighing on

her, Sissan stepped forward. Your Majesty, I would like to discuss something with you," she said softly. Angie immediately understood what she was thinking and replied calmly. "I know what you're thinking, but don't worry. I don't have any feelings for the night of Tunia." Suzanne's eyes welled up. "If it's not That, then why won't you tell me what's going on? You know, this has never happened between us," she said almost in tears. "Oh, don't cry," Angie said worriedly, patting her shoulder. "I truly have no interest in that night. What I'm interested in is actually the Saints

of Tunia. You remember I was reading books about Tunia even before the knights arrived, right? It was only half true, but it was better than a complete lie. Then why not ask the Archbishop about the Saints? Suzanne suggested. Angie explained calmly. Because I noticed that Knight doesn't seem to have any friends, and since he's been reading banned books, he's probably not that loyal to the temple. That means he might tell me more about the Saint Test than the Archbishop would. Sane wiped her tears, nodding understanding. I see. I didn't know that. I'm sorry. It's fine.

Angie said softly. I have no intention of betraying my husband or Flirting with another man. She didn't realize that outside the room. Ranella was listening to every word. A faint smile tugged at his lips. He seemed almost relieved by her answer. "It feels like it was just yesterday when you cried because you didn't want to get married," Suzanne said emotionally. "And now you're an empress beloved by everyone." Angie smiled. "Well, it was tough, but the emperor has been quite kind to me." Ranelo's smile widened Slightly. "So, she thinks I've been kind to her," he thought

with quiet amusement. "I hope you'll come to love this nation in no time," Sison added hopefully. "Well, that'll be true if I don't get killed during the winter hunt," Angie replied with a sigh. Ranella flinched at the words winter hunt, then remembered what she was referring to and let out a soft chuckle. "She's worried about that while I'd completely forgotten." As he turned to Leave, he paused. "But why is she so interested in the Saints of Tunia?" he wondered. Maybe I should investigate that woman myself when I go on the expedition, he decided before walking

away. That night, Reanella entered the room. The moon is bright tonight, he said with a grin. Seeing him in a good mood, Angie smiled back. Indeed, it is, she replied. Reanella lay down with his head on her lap, idly playing with her hair. "You seem to be in a good mood Today," he said casually. "Perhaps it's because you seem to be in one," Angie replied, scratching her cheek shily. Ranelo chuckled. "Does that make you happy? What else makes you happy?" he asked lazily, still twirling her hair between his fingers. Angie blinked, unsure why he was

acting this way. He took her hand and placed it on his forehead. "Does he want me to pat him?" she wondered, then began gently stroking his head. "So, what else makes you Happy?" he asked again, his voice calm, but strangely intent. He was behaving oddly, and it made Angie uneasy. "Why was he asking this? Did he really care about how she felt?" "No, Ranella only cared about his own feelings, nothing else." When her hand paused mid-stroke, Ranella opened his eyes. "Why did your hand stop moving?" he asked quietly. Angie snapped out of her thoughts. "See,"

she thought bitterly. "He only notices things when they concern him. And what did she want? She wanted to tell him she wished to escape this place, and if he couldn't let her go, at least stop visiting her so often. But of course, she couldn't say that to the man lying before her. So instead, she said softly, "Then I want to join you on the monster hunt. That would make me happy. Can I?" Ranella looked at her for a long while, clearly not expecting that answer. Then, surprisingly, he smiled. Of course, if you want to come

with me So badly. It's fine. Angie blinked, startled. Not just because he agreed, but because of that smile. It was different. In the novel, Ranella was described as a demon, someone [clears throat] born with evil in his very core. But right now, the man before her looked so innocent, almost breathtaking. Without realizing it, Angie reached out and brushed her hand against his cheek. "Am I really being charmed by his looks?" she thought in a Panic. Ranelo wrapped his arms around her in a gentle embrace. Angie stiffened, reminding herself that this tenderness could vanish at any

moment. He could turn back into that monster whenever his mood changed. The side of him wouldn't last. By tomorrow, he would surely go back to being Ranelo Actilus, the cruel emperor again. But nothing happened as she expected. The next day, Ranella remained the same, affectionate and warm. Even when he argued with the Archbishop, who was preparing to leave after Actalus' training concluded the moment his eyes fell on Angie, his expression softened into that same smile, a smile that looked almost like love. Angie scratched her head in confusion. He was acting completely out of character, like

a male lead from a romance novel. And although it should have been a good thing, he was still Ranelo Actillis, which meant she needed to escape before he grew bored of her Again. On the other hand, Ranella stared dazedly at the wine in his glass later that night. He couldn't understand why Angie wasn't honest with him. He had only wanted to know what made her happy. Yet, she never answered clearly. She always seemed uneasy, always avoided his eyes. He wondered what her carefree smile would look like, what it would feel like to see her laugh

without fear. Then, a strange desire stirred inside him. He wanted her to fall in love with Him. He chuckled at the thought. "If she knew what I was thinking right now," he mused. She'd probably break down in confusion. Angie spent her days in the Actalus Imperial Library, searching through countless books, trying to find any clue related to the spell or the people from another world. But in the end, she found nothing. Maybe it had just been an accident. Her and Eden's arrival in this world. Their last hope now was to look in the abandoned Sanctuary

library, just as Eden had suggested. "You're reading all kinds of books lately," a familiar voice said suddenly behind her. Angie jumped in surprise. Your Majesty, I just like reading all kinds of things," she said quickly, fumbling with the pages. Ranella smiled faintly and sat down beside her. "Is there anything in particular you want to see during the expedition?" he asked. Caught off guard by his question, Angie shook her head. "No, nothing in particular," she replied carefully. He leaned back in his chair, watching her. "Then what about the Saint Tess who never leaves the temple?" he

asked casually. At the mention of the Saint Tess, Angie froze. Why are you suddenly bringing her up? "Do you want to see her?" she asked nervously. Reinella tilted his head slightly, studying her face. He had thought mentioning one of her interests might make her happy, but her reaction Surprised him. "Still," he kept smiling, playing along. "And what if I do," he said calmly. "No, you can't." Angie blurted out, panic rising in her voice. He raised an eyebrow. "If I'm really interested in meeting her, why would you stop me?" Angie looked down, fumbling with her hands.

because she's very beautiful," she admitted softly. "And if you were interested in her, I'd be bothered." "So, you mean," Ranella said with a faint smirk. "You would dare to Try and stop me?" Angie flinched, shaking her head quickly. "No, of course not. If you want to see her, you can, but she hesitated." "But what?" he pressed, his tone teasing now. "You want to monopolize me?" "No, no, how could I dare?" Angie stammered, her face pale with worry. "Well, that's not too bad," Raniello said suddenly, smiling wider. "Go on. What?" she stuttered, looking at him in

shock. He leaned closer, gently patting her head. Angie, I said, "Go On." Hesitantly, she finally spoke. "Then during this expedition, I hope you won't pay any attention to the Saint Tess." Rinella's smile lingered as he looked at her. "All right," he said simply. Earlier, he had been wondering what kind of gift he could give her. But it turned out, granting this wish, something only he could do, was more than enough. About 10 days later, the monster hunting troops set out. Raniello rode his horse at the front while he Insisted that Angie travel in a carriage.

Angie brought Suzanne and Sylvia with her. If she ever needed to run away, she would need people around her. Suzanne was her trusted maid. While Sylvia's reputation had fallen since the last hunting festival. Even if Sylvia discovered her plan, no one would believe her. After 3 days of traveling, they finally reached the mountains. As soon as the carriage stopped, Ranello appeared, offering his hand to help her Down. "You like beautiful things, right?" he asked, surprised. It took Angie a moment to respond. "Yes, of course," she said softly. He smiled, taking her hand. "Then let's go,"

he said, leading her away. "They walked for about 20 minutes until they reached a secluded area." Ranelo turned slightly toward her. "You like sparkling things, too, don't you?" he asked, still smiling. Angie gasped as she looked around. The place shimmerred in the Moonlight. It was as if they had stepped into a dream. Everything around them sparkled. "If you like it, then smile, Angie," Ranella said. a faint blush rising on his face. The man before her was known as the agent of God and the demon of the battlefield. He believed every human was beneath him, caring

only for his own desires. "And yet here he was, trying to make her smile." Angies heart began to race. "Does this mean I'm special?" she asked Quietly. "You are special," Reanella said. "I remember when you're troubled, when you cry, and when you're afraid. I remember all of it. But I don't know what you look like when you smile. It's rare to see you smile freely." His answer caught her off guard. He wanted to see her smile. "You seem pleased," Reanella said, watching her closely. "But you're still not smiling." The sky above them glittered with countless

stars that looked ready to fall like Rain. "The flowers around them swayed with the faintest breeze. It all felt like a dream." Overwhelmed by emotion, Angie reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck. Ranelo didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss. Startled, she didn't resist, as if she were under some spell. When they parted, Reanella whispered, "Angie." Before she could respond, he gently pushed her down onto the bed of flowers. Leaning closer, he called her name again and again, softly, like a prayer. Angie looked up into his eyes.

If this man wanted something, he could take it by force. He didn't need to call her name so tenderly. He had brought her here just to see her smile, as if her feelings actually mattered. That thought filled her with an emotion she couldn't name. Caught in that moment, she reached up and kissed him first, this time surprising him. When their lips parted, Ranelo looked down at her. "Angie, what else do you like?" he asked, brushing her cheek. "Peace," she answered honestly. "I like peace," Ranelo chuckled. "Well, peace is boring," he said softly, lazily, pulling at

her dress as his hand slipped beneath the fabric. "Maybe I'm too simple or too sly," Angie thought breathless beneath her husband. "But maybe it's fine to be like this." When they finally reached the region near the temple of Tunia, the Village felt desolate. People peeked nervously from behind windows, but didn't dare step outside. Despite the grand procession, their fear of Actalus was obvious. At the temple gates, the archbishop greeted them with a polite smile, but Renella replied coldly, "Skip the formalities. I shall feed my knights. You only need to offer us a place to sleep."

His tone was sharp, but Angie understood. The temple was struggling financially, and providing For so many soldiers would have been a burden. Even if his words sounded harsh, they were practical. Ranelo then turned to her. I have a meeting with the captain of the Holy Order. Would you like to join me? Angie laughed nervously. No, no, it's fine. I'll wait and see you at supper, she said. Ranella smiled faintly and patted her head. What a pity, he said before turning away. Well then, I'll see you later, my empress. A pity, Angie murmured after he Left.

Now she had to admit Ranella had changed. The once violent man seemed to truly like her, but she couldn't forget what was coming. Once he met the Saint Tess Saraphina, everything might change again. She needed to stay cautious. Her life was still at stake. She'd even told Cesan to bring a bag of money just in case she had to run away, but she hoped it wouldn't come to that. She hadn't yet figured out where to go. As she was deep in thought, someone suddenly grabbed her Hand and covered her mouth. Angie froze, but then a

familiar voice whispered, "Don't make a sound. It was Eden." He quickly let her go, and as she turned around, he apologized, "I'm sorry for grabbing you so suddenly." Angie, however, was relieved to finally see him. "Actually, I was looking for you," she said quickly. "Where is Saraphina? Will we run into her during the expedition?" She needed to know the Saint Tess's whereabouts as soon as Possible. Eden shook his head. "No, that won't happen. I made some changes. I don't want the original story to start too early either. So, I suggested to the archbishop that we

send the Saints out to visit the citizens. Her prayers will give them hope." That's a good idea, Angie said, genuinely impressed. You're smarter than I expected. Eden smiled faintly. Did you find anything in the Imperial Library? No, nothing, Angie said, shaking her head. There's not a Single thing about souls coming from another world. Then the abandoned sanctuary library is our only option now, Eden murmured. Angie doubted they'd find anything there either, but she didn't want to discourage him. So Eden asked, are you going to stay here or will you go with the expedition? Oh, I'll

go with the expedition, Angie replied anxiously. I believe that's what the emperor wants. Then, glancing around to make sure no one was nearby, she Leaned closer and whispered. Eden, this might sound strange, but I think he likes me. Eden blinked, then nodded calmly. I already know that. What? You already know? Angie asked shocked. Eden sighed. Well, when I saw you two in the garden that time, he looked like a man who wanted to brag about being your husband. Angie looked down. A lot of things are different from the original story, and that makes me nervous.

I understand, Eden said. But if things Really do change completely, if he doesn't seem interested in Saraphina at all, will you stay here then? The question caught her off guard. She hadn't even considered that possibility until now. I think that's enough of an answer, Eden said, seeing her hesitation. Do you think I want to stay here? Angie asked, confused. Eden took her hands gently. Look, I understand if you do. For you, this world might be better than your original one. I'm not Criticizing you, believe me. Angie nodded slowly. Even if I decide to stay here,

I'll still help you find a way home, she said earnestly. Eden sighed. Then let's not prolong this meeting. We should split up now before anyone notices. That evening during supper, Angies mind kept returning to Eden's question. She had to assume that what he said wouldn't happen. That was the safer way to think. After all, this was Ranello she was dealing with. He Could get bored of her at any moment. And even if she managed to handle the situation with Saraphina, would that really be enough? Perhaps if she had the answers to those questions, she might

have been able to answer Eden earlier. After supper, Angie went to her assigned room. The bed was small, clearly meant for one person. Since this was the temple, everyone here lived alone. She sighed, then quickly flinched at her own reaction. Was I disappointed that my Husband isn't here? She thought, confused. Sitting on the bed, she began to think. Maybe she did want to stay here. In her original world, she was poor and had no friends. She spent most of her time reading novels. But here, as Angelica Enro, she was a princess, educated, respected, and surrounded

by people. Still, there was no guarantee Renella would like her forever. Leaving would be the safer option as she was lost and thought someone knocked on the Door. Angie stood up, and to her surprise, it was Renella holding a tray of food in his hand. "What is this?" she asked, puzzled. "This is for you. You barely ate anything at the table," he said with a faint smile. He came inside and sat down beside her, feeding her himself. Angie stared at him. This man who had never done anything for anyone was here feeding her. Yet, despite

his gentleness, the fear she felt for him didn't fade. And with that fear, she Couldn't bring herself to give him her heart. After she finished eating, Reanella looked around the small room. "The bed is small," he remarked. "Yes," Angie replied. "It's for one person." He leaned closer, brushing a strand of her hair between his fingers. That's exactly what I'm complaining about," he said softly. Angie's heartbeat quickened at the closeness. His hand moved from her hair to her cheek, gently caressing her skin. Her heart pounded so fast it felt Like it might burst, unable to take

it anymore, she instinctively pushed him away. Ranella froze in shock, just staring at her. Angie, realizing what she had done, felt even more startled. "Did I just reject him?" she thought. The man who had never been refused by anyone in his life. She had just pushed him away. Desperate to ease the situation, she forced a nervous laugh. "I I was just joking," she said awkwardly. Ranelo didn't respond. He Only looked at her quietly. "Angie," he said at last. She flinched. "Of course, he didn't believe her excuse." "I'm sorry," she said quickly, looking down. "If I

made you angry, I'm not angry," Ranelo interrupted. "What?" Angie looked up slowly. He leaned forward and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. I said, "I'm not angry," he repeated, hiding her face against his chest. "So don't cry and don't be scared." His voice was soft, reassuring. He truly Didn't want her to be afraid of him anymore. As she stayed in his embrace, Angie could hear his heartbeat, steady and calm. And somehow she felt he really wasn't angry. "The journey must be tiring," Ranella said quietly, lifting her into his arms. "Go to sleep." Angie

blinked slowly, her eyes growing heavy. And before she realized it, she drifted into sleep. That night, Angie had a dream. A woman appeared before her carrying a covered dish. Angie took it And lifted the lid only to find a severed head inside. Terrified, she pushed it away and the head rolled to someone's feet. It was Ranello. He stood there laughing like a madman. Suddenly, the head spoke. "Will you still stay here? Is this enough for you to decide?" Angie froze. It was Eden's voice. She stumbled back, horrified. But before she could move further, the woman

behind her caught her by the arms. Angie turned and saw her face. It was the Saints of Tunia. Before she could react, Ranella appeared behind her and drove a blade slowly through her back. She turned to look at him. He was still laughing, calling her his winter prey. Angie gasped, choking, her vision fading. Just before everything went black, she saw Saraphina mouththing something, but she couldn't hear the words. When she opened her eyes again, Ranella was hovering over her, calling her name. That's when she realized it had been a nightmare. Later, she noticed the red

marks around her neck. It made sense now. Renelloo had been holding her hand because she'd tried to choke herself in her sleep, but she had no time to dwell on it. Today, they were heading to the old sanctuary. She needed to forget that dream and focus. The archbishop informed her that they would reach the sanctuary by evening. It's close to the border, he explained. Currently, it's infested with monsters. "You want to reclaim it?" Angie asked. "Yes," the Archbishop replied. "It will raise the morale of our people." The idea actually came from one of our youngest

holy knights. Angie immediately realized he was talking about Eden. Of course, he had his own reasons for suggesting it, but that worked in her favor, too. As they spoke, Renella entered. "Empress, do you think you can travel?" he asked, his tone showing genuine concern. "Angie understood he was asking because of her Nightmare last night." She turned to the Archbishop. "How long will it take to reach there? Well arrive today," the Archbishop said. "But the expedition itself will last around 2 weeks," Angie thought quickly. If Ranella and his men went deeper into the mountains to fight

the monsters, she could stay behind and visit the reclaimed sanctuary later without worrying about him. I'll stay here to rest, your majesty," she said calmly. "If I go, I'll only get in your Way." Ranella raised a brow. "So, you think you'd slow me down?" Panicking, Angie grabbed his hand. "No, that's not what I mean. I just want this to end quickly so we can return home to Actalus." Ranelo paused as if he'd heard something unexpected. Then, he turned away. I'll be back as soon as possible, he said before leaving. After he was gone, Angie turned

to the Archbishop. May I enter the sanctuary once it's reclaimed? I'm interested in learning More about the God of mercy, she said hopefully. The archbishop hesitated but finally nodded. Of course. Meanwhile, Ranella rode ahead with his troops. Behind his soldiers marched the holy knights among them Eden. He glanced at the emperor who looked visibly displeased. Is it because the empress didn't come along? He wondered. It was hard to believe, but Ranella's mood seemed entirely affected by her absence. It amazed Eden, the cold, merciless man From the original story, tamed by Angie. He could hardly believe

it. But when they reached the border, the monsters attacked. Ranella, leading at the front, tore through them effortlessly, slaying each one as if it were nothing. Eden and the other knights could only watch, stunned. Is he even human? Perhaps he made his judgment too early. He was exactly as the novel described him to be, Eden thought. Then one of the monsters, half dead, began to move Again. Did he miss? Eden wondered, but Ranello standing ahead chuckled darkly. His smile was cold, inhuman. Advance, he ordered. The army obeyed, marching forward. The horses trampled over the still

living monsters, crushing them beneath their hooves. Eden finally understood. Rananiel had left them half alive on purpose just to make their deaths more brutal. This was the true Ranello. Actalus, the agent of Actalus, the demon emperor. And as he moved Farther and farther away from Angelica, something dark within him began to awaken again. When they reached the old sanctuary, they found the area surrounded by countless monster eggs. "That must be why their scouts were so close by," Ranella smirked. Then he turned to the Holy Knights. "Have you ever seen a baby monster being born in

front of your eyes?" The knights hesitated, startled by the question. "No, sir," one of them finally replied. Rano laughed, tightening his grip on his sword. "Well, you'll witness it today." With that, the battle began. The monsters lunged from every direction, and the air filled with the sound of clashing steel. "Kill every one of them." But do not touch the eggs, Renelo ordered. The knights obeyed, cutting down the creatures without mercy. Eden flinched at the sight. First, Renelo had ordered them to slaughter the monsters ruthlessly, and now he wanted the eggs Preserved. It was sickening. "Is

he out of his mind?" Eden thought, disgust rising in his chest. "One of the Holy Knights approached the emperor." "Your Majesty, why are we trying to hatch the eggs? Wouldn't it be easier to destroy them now?" Reel smirked. "But that's no fun," he replied flatly. Before anyone could respond, another knight ran up, panting. Your majesty. One of the eggs hatched, but he hesitated before continuing. It didn't attack us. If I May add, I think it sees us as its mother. Ranella's smirk widened. Good. Now things are getting interesting. He turned to his soldiers. Take turns

guarding them until all the eggs hatch. The knights exchanged uneasy glances. One of them finally spoke up. But your majesty, if they all hatch and see us as their mother, they'll soon need to eat. Ranella laughed. Right. The newborns must be hungry, then feed them. Everyone froze at his words. The meaning behind Them was clear. Eden felt his stomach twist. Who's the real monster here? He thought bitterly. Later, it was Eden's turn to guard the hatching eggs. The sight disgusted him. He had never imagined he'd witnessed something so horrifying. Trying to distract himself, he decided

to look around the sanctuary. The library he found was smaller than he expected. As he walked deeper inside, something caught his attention. A stone door at The far end. He approached it. cautiously. The passage beyond looked narrow, too small for him to enter. But there was an inscription carved into the doors surface. When the blood of Actilla is ready, open with the sword of Tunia. Eden frowned, reading it again. The blood of Actilla? That must mean the blood of Ranello, he thought. But the sword of Tunia? I've never heard of such an artifact. Maybe he

could find clues in the library or ask the Archbishop Later. As he was lost in thought, a knight's voice startled him. Hey, it's your turn for guard duty. The hatchlings are about to imprint. Eden turned. "All right, I'll be there," he said. The knight looked at him curiously. "But why were you staring at a blank wall?" Eden froze, then slowly glanced back. The stone door was still there, but to the knight, it looked like an ordinary wall. "I don't know," he said quietly. The man chuckled awkwardly. "You're a strange One. Anyway, let's go." Eden nodded,

following him, but he couldn't stop glancing back at that spot, unease crawling up his spine. Back at the temple, it had been 2 days since the army left, and news of the reclamation arrived, much sooner than Angie had expected. Some of the injured knights had already returned. Angie went to the medical camp, looking around for Shasu Yon, but he wasn't there. That was actually good news, she thought. If he Wasn't here, it meant he wasn't injured. She then turned her attention to the soldiers lying on the beds. They looked pale, drained, and dazed. "Was the

reclamation that tough?" Angie asked softly. "Pardon, your majesty?" one of the soldiers replied, startled. It's not exactly that," he hesitated, then continued. "It's because of what the emperor did." Angie frowned slightly. "What do you mean?" The soldier took a shaky breath. His majesty took the Monster eggs and ordered us to let the hatchlings imprint on us. Then he fed the mother monster to them. A cold silence fell over the camp. Several people flinched at the words, their faces paling. Behind Angie, Sylvia trembled uncontrollably, her hands shaking. "Angie immediately noticed." "Suzanne," she said calmly. Please stay

here and assist the healers. I'll fetch refreshments for everyone. Then gently taking Sylvia by the arm, she led her Out of the camp. As they walked in silence, Sylvia finally spoke after some hesitation. "Your Majesty, why are you so kind to me?" she asked. "I'm the daughter of a traitor. I begged for my life because I was too afraid to die." Angie smiled faintly. "Then do you wish for me to be harsh with you instead?" "Honestly, I thought you'd resent me since my marriage caused your family's downfall." Sylvia shook her head quickly. No, not at

all. If I were to Resent anyone, it should be myself. Tears welled in Sylvia's eyes because I was the one who stabbed my own mother. When I heard about those monsters devouring their kin, it reminded me of that moment. Angie's expression softened. She reached out and patted Sylvia's shoulder. That's enough. You don't have to say more. At her touch, Sylvia broke down completely, sobbing in Angie's arms. Angie held her quietly, understanding the pain behind Her words. If Sylvia was willing to show her vulnerability, it meant she trusted her. And that, Angie thought was something precious.

When Sylvia finally calmed down, Angie spoke softly. "I'm sorry about his majesty's cruel ideas." Sylvia shook her head. "It's not your fault. I'm sure he does these things for his own amusement." "But she hesitated, then continued." "I think his majesty cares about you." Angie blinked, surprised. "You think so?" Sylvia nodded Firmly. As one of the former candidates for his bride, I studied everything about him, and I've [clears throat] only ever seen him act. Consider it when it comes to you." Her tone suddenly darkened. "Otherwise, he's the crulest man I've ever seen. I've never met anyone

like him." Angies chest tightened. She grabbed Sylvia's shoulders and said firmly, "Stop, Sylvia. Don't continue that thought. Don't dream of what you can't Accomplish." Sylvia froze for a moment, then nodded weakly. "I understand, your majesty." Angie let out a quiet sigh. I trust you won'tt do anything that will trouble me. I won't, Sylvia replied softly. Angie looked at her silently. She knew Sylvia harbored resentment toward Renelloo, but revenge against him was impossible. If she ever tried, she'd only end up dead. The following day, Angie visited the reclaimed sanctuary with the archbishop. The clergy members Were

busy cleaning the place, which was still littered with traces of battle. "Just looking at the site, Angie could tell how brutal the fight must have been. It seems to be in rough shape, she said, climbing down from her horse. If only it had been recovered sooner. Oh, we didn't reclaim it until now because of the prophecy, the archbishop explained. Angie blinked. The prophecy from the god of Tunia. Yes, he replied. The god of mercy speaks through the Saintest, but I can't tell you the details. It's strictly confidential, even within the temple. Angie nodded. It made

sense now why the temple valued the saint test so highly. Now, let me show you the great library," the Archbishop said, leading the way. "Are you sure it's all right for me to look through any of the books here?" Angie asked as they entered. "Of course," he said with a smile. "All books that outsiders shouldn't see have already been moved to The current sanctuary." Angie froze for a second. That meant there were no forbidden texts left here. Still, she decided to take a look. Who knew what she might find? From that day onward, Angie visited

the abandoned sanctuary everyday. The books were old and difficult to read. Some had torn pages, faded ink, or damaged covers. Even after searching thoroughly, she found nothing useful. Then one day, she heard a soft thud behind her. Turning Toward the sound, she saw a single book lying on the floor. There was no wind. It shouldn't have fallen on its own. Curious, she bent down and picked it up. The moment she saw the title, her eyes widened. The flower that blooms even in the abyss. Her hands trembled. It was the same novel she used to read

in her original world. But how could it exist inside the novel's world itself? Heartracing, she flipped through the pages and saw the exact same story. The Agent of Actalus meeting the Saints of Tunia. That day, the Knights of Actalus faced an unexpected snowstorm and had to make a detour. Saraphina heard Tunia's god's voice informing her of a visit by an important guest. She hadn't noticed it earlier, but now reading it again, she realized it was actually Tunia who encouraged Saraphina's encounter with Ranelo. The Empress's head fell to the ground, and the long sword of the

Emperor was drenched in blood. Reading Those details made Angie tremble. Ranelo made Saraphina the new empress, blinded by obsession. She already knew all of this, but reading it now, after spending months with Ranello, everything felt different, almost unreal. In the end, Ranella died because of Saraphina's revenge, and she was left alone with nothing. That was what was supposed to happen in winter. But there was something new. An author's note that hadn't been there in her original copy. There is one unchangeable truth in the world I created. The agent of Actella will always be obsessed with

the Saints of Tunia, even if everything else, characters, relationships, and circumstances changes. This one fate will never alter. The words felt like they were mocking her. Angie's grip tightened. "That bastard," she muttered under her breath. Suddenly, someone's presence loomed behind her. She turned with a start and gasped softly, but then Froze. "Why are you so surprised?" Ranella asked, his voice calm. Only then did she notice he was still wearing his armor, which meant he had come straight to the library looking for her without even changing. He leaned closer, his gaze drifting to the book in

her hand. "What are you reading?" "Oh, it's some religious book," Angie lied quickly. He raised an eyebrow and snatched the book from her. "Really? Then why did you just call it bastard a moment ago?" Angie's Heart raced. "Would it be okay if he saw it? How was she going to explain this?" Ranella began flipping through the pages, his brow furrowing. Is this a joke? You said it was a religious book. I'm sorry I lied. Angie blurted panicking. I don't even know what this book is about. Ranella frowned slightly, then looked back at her. Then why

were you staring at blank pages? Angie froze. Blank pages. Ranella held up the book. Every page is empty. Didn't you notice? Her blood ran cold. He couldn't see the writing. He handed the book back to her, smiling faintly. You must have been bored without me. Staring at blank pages like that. Angie forced a shaky laugh. Yes, maybe that's it. I just had nothing to do. But inside, her thoughts raced. Why could only I see the words? As they walked out of the library, Raelo suddenly spoke again. Do you not remember what you said 10 days

ago? Angie blinked, trying to recall. Then it Came to her. She had told him she would wait for him so they could go home together, so that's why he had come back early. She hurried forward and grabbed his hand. We can go back home now, right? Reinell chuckled softly. You're a bit slow, Empress, he said, amusement flickering in his eyes. That night, Angie sat on Ranelo's lap, her hands resting lightly on his chest. "Did you have fun during the expedition?" she asked softly. Ranelo Smirked. "Well, it wasn't bad," he said. He then described almost casually

how his strategy made the hatchlings taste their own kind without hesitation, and how effective it had been. "It's a pity you weren't there to witness it." A chill ran down Angies spine. The cruelty of his words made her stomach twist. Even though she knew his methods were frighteningly efficient, she could only imagine what Su Hian must have gone through fighting beside this man. But as She looked at him so close, so possessive, she realized something unsettling. Now that Renella liked her, escaping him would be even harder. She couldn't trick him easily anymore. If she tried

to distance herself, he would sense it immediately, see through her lies, so she had to play her part. Love him sincerely until winter came. The next morning, Renelo announced they would leave for Actalus the next day. Angie hadn't expected him to decide so Soon. She still hadn't had a chance to speak with Eden since Reinella had barely left her side. She was left with no choice. As Reinelloo spoke with the knights, she quickly turned to Cisson. "Give this book to the Holy Knight," she whispered. "Tell the palace will return soon." She knew Ranelo's eyes followed

her every move, but she couldn't show fear. Giving orders to her maid was normal. "It wouldn't arouse suspicion." Suzanne obeyed and handed The book to Eden later that day. Eden sighed with relief upon receiving it. He too had wanted to contact the empress, but Sissan didn't look pleased. Angie had told her about her plan to escape with the holy knight and had even sent some money through her. Siss couldn't understand why her mistress would want to run away now. She seemed to be adjusting well with the emperor. Eden opened the book, but frowned. The pages

were empty. He couldn't see any text. However, there was a note from Angie explaining what the book was and mentioning the author's note she had discovered. Understanding, he closed it and handed it back. Thank you for helping me. But tell your mistress the book is blank. Suzanne's jaw tightened. What is your relationship with her majesty? She asked sharply. Eden looked startled. Don't worry, he said quickly. We're not in any kind of relationship. Then why did she say she Would run away with you in December? Cuz demanded. Eden hesitated, then answered honestly. To be truthful, I

thought she would stay in Actalus. But if she's decided to leave, that's for the best. Why? She's finally getting along with his majesty. He even adors her," Sesan protested. Eden exhaled heavily. "That's only for now." Seeing she wasn't convinced, he added, "There was a prophecy that the emperor would kill both your mistress and me in the Future." Sesan froze. "A prophecy from the god of Tunia?" Eden shook his head. "No, it came from another being. But both your mistress and I received it at the same time. That's why when I visited Actalus, she recognized me

immediately and approached me. In short, we share the same fate. And since the emperor seems obsessed with her now, she's restricted. She can't act freely. Sisanne was overwhelmed, her heart heavy with worry. To communicate further, Eden Added gently. Tell your mistress not to worry. I'll be coming to Actalus soon. The next day, the morning of departure arrived. The Archbishop thanked the emperor for his help, but Ranellas eyes were fixed on Angie, who was speaking quietly with Sissan. "I heard about the prophecy, your majesty," Sissan said softly. Angie froze for a moment, then understood. "It must

have been Eden's excuse to convince her. You understand now why I made this decision, Right? Cuz nodded. I do, but the knight said the book was blank for him, too. Angie's eyes widened. Blank for him, too. She thought Reanella couldn't see it because he wasn't a reincarnate. But if Eden couldn't see it, either, then why could only she? Suzanne then hesitated. There's one more thing the knight asked me to tell you. He wanted to know if you saw any kind of door when visiting the library. Angie frowned. A door? Yes, Suzanne said. He mentioned it

Might not be visible to everyone. Angie shook her head slowly. I didn't see any door. Her thoughts spiraled. He can't see the book. I can't see the door. What does this mean, Empress? Reel's voice broke through her thoughts. It's time to leave, he said with a small smile. Angie took a deep breath and walked toward him, placing her hand in his. Whatever was happening, she'd have to think about it later. For now, she had to return to Actalus. It was now October in Actalus, A rare stretch of peaceful days. But after the monster hunt, Angie

often woke in the middle of the night, trembling from nightmares. Each time, Ranella was there, gently shaking her awake. "What did you dream about?" he would ask quietly. "But she lied to him every time." "I don't know," she would whisper, tears streaming down her cheeks. Ranella knew she was lying. Although she wasn't as afraid of him as before, if he wanted to, he could easily Dig deeper. But whenever he saw tears in her eyes, he chose not to ask. Instead, he simply held her in his arms, calming her down and keeping her safe. He was

restraining himself, trying to maintain the peace she wanted, believing they could stay like this forever. A few days later, Suzanne prepared to leave the palace. "I hope you rest comfortably." "Tonight, your majesty," she said with a polite bow. "I will." "See you tomorrow morning," Angie replied with a smile. "I Thought you relied on her a lot," Reinella said from the side. "Didn't think you'd let her go." "Oh, I've given her a new home to stay in," Angie explained smoothly. Countess Nurma suggested it would be better politically if Sesan lived outside for a while. You made

the right choice, Reanella said, nodding approvingly. Angie smiled faintly. Outwardly, this was a smart political move. By sending Cissan out, she'd strengthen her ties with other Nobles beyond Duchess Nurma. But her true motive was far different. Ranelo studied her face. "Do you feel lonely?" he asked softly. Angie laughed, leaning into his arms. "Of course not. As long as you're with me, I have no reason to feel lonely." Ranelo smiled, patting her head affectionately. "He'd grown unusually gentle with her lately." Your Majesty, she said after a pause. May I visit Suzannes new home tomorrow? Of course,

he replied without Hesitation. But you can't stay the night. All right, Angie said sweetly. I'll be back before sunset. Outside the palace, Suzanne arrived at her new residence. A few servants greeted her politely. Welcome home, Lady Sesan. One of the maids said, "Thank you," she replied, nodding before heading to her room. Among the servants was a man named Daniel. After Sesan retired for the night, Daniel excused himself as well. As he left, one of the maids glanced After him curiously. He was different. His posture, his voice, even his manner of speech didn't suit a servant,

and he had been given his own private room, something unheard of for common staff. But no one in the house knew the truth. Daniel was no ordinary servant. He was the holy knight from the temple of Tunia, Eden, hiding under a false name. And this quiet home, gifted by the empress, was no coincidence. Angie had deliberately arranged it. Suzanne's move Outside the palace wasn't just for politics. It was to create a safe place to hide the knight. And in that very house, away from the emperors eyes, the empress of Actalus was about to begin plotting

her secret plan to run away. With her most trusted maid and the holy knight by her side, Eden confessed to the crime of being tempted by the Saints just so he would be exiled intentionally. In this world, the title of an exiled holy knight was not Something one could escape from. From that alone, Angie could see his determination to return to their world. Though it was a little frightening, he was willing to do anything. But still, he was far less terrifying than the emperor. Right now, Reanella's attention was entirely on Angie, so he didn't even

suspect her plan to send Seson away. When Angie arrived at Sesan's house, Sesan quickly drew the blinds so their discussion could go smoothly. Soon After, Eden entered. Greetings. It's been a while, he said. "Have you been well?" Angie asked. "Yes, though you look exhausted," he said, setting a tray down. We don't have much time left before Reanella leaves for the expedition and Sissan conveyed your message to me. Angie began. Eden nodded, realizing what she meant. Actually, there's more out the door that I didn't tell you, he admitted. I was planning to discuss it after I'd

organized my Thoughts. But before that, let's talk about you first. About me? Angie asked. It seems the emperor is quite fond of you. He might try to take you with him, Eden said carefully. Angie shook her head. It's all right. I haven't been well lately and he's aware of that, so he won't take me. I'm planning to ask him to let me leave the palace to recover. I don't think he'll stop me. I see, Eden said thoughtfully. And you'll escape from there once the Emperor is away, Angie nodded. But I'm not sure where to go.

Maybe he won't care about me once he falls for Saraphina. But it won't be the same for others. If I'm found, they'll send me back to the palace. In that case, what about the temple of Tunia? Eden suggested. Angie froze. Are you out of your mind? What if I run into him there? Calm down, Eden said calmly. The temple of Tunia isn't under Actalus' control yet, and it's close by. Besides, Well have to go there eventually because the door is in the old sanctuary. Cuz standing to the side, now looked completely lost about what they

were discussing. Think about it, Eden continued. In the original story, Rananiel invades other nations first. Then, because of the weather, he's forced to pass through Tunia on his way back. "So, you're saying we should go there before Rananiel does?" Angie asked. "Yes, the god of Tunia will Protect us. He won't help the emperor," Eden replied. All right, Angie said quietly. Then what is it you didn't tell me about the door? Eden exhaled. There were words written on it. When the blood of Actilla is ready, open with the sword of Tunia. I've been thinking about what

the sword of Tunia could mean. There's no holy artifact or weapon like that in the temple. But from what you read in the book, I came to one conclusion. It's Saraphina. She's most likely the sword Of Tunia because in the original story, only her sword could cut through Renelloo. Angie frowned. So, we must contact her before Reinella reaches Tunia. And once the blood of Actalus is spilled, we take her to the old sanctuary and open the door. Eden nodded. Exactly. The blood of Actalus, Angie murmured. That means Ranello has to die for it. Eden scratched

the back of his neck. Well, I'm not sure if it requires death, but at least his blood Must be spilled. "Are you unhappy about that?" Angie hesitated, no words coming out. "She would be lying if she said that it didn't bothered her. and Raniello was the god of Actalus. Unlike Tunia, there was no divine being there. He was the god himself. Finally, she said quietly, "No, what matters is my life. I won't let my judgment be affected." Eden gave her a long look. She was a bad liar. "You love him, don't you?" Angie's lips curved

faintly. "Is It that obvious?" he sighed. "Since it's obvious to you, it must be obvious to him, too," Angie continued. "To avoid suspicion, I have to love him sincerely. I must call this place my home and act like I belong. But don't worry, in the end, my life is more important than anything. Eden watched her for a moment before sighing. Well see if that love is just necessity or an excuse to protect yourself. Eden? Angie asked suddenly. You're from a rich family, Aren't you? He blinked. Why do you ask? To you, this world must feel

inferior to your original one, she said quietly. Maybe that's why you're so determined to return. She turned toward the door, pausing for a moment before glancing back. So when I get conflicted, keep this in mind. Perhaps a rosy future is waiting for you there. But that's not the case for me. Time was passing quickly. In about a month and a half, if everything went according to the novel, Renella would leave for his expedition with the first stop being the Svenia Kingdom. So Angie decided to study the roads in advance. "Why are you looking at that?"

Sylvia asked from the side, puzzled. "I want to study the map, that's all," Angie replied with a small smile. Sylvia still found it strange, but before she could question further, Ranella walked in. "You two seemed to be getting close. What were you talking About?" he asked. Angie quickly stood to greet him. "Oh, nothing. I was just studying the map." "Map? Why?" Ranella asked genuinely curious. "I wanted to be a bit more informed about the current events," she answered carefully. "Oh, is that so?" Reinella said, seating her back down. "Then why don't you tell me your

thoughts?" Angie steadied herself and began. This road connects Svenia to Actalus. If we station our soldiers here, we can set up our base, but winter Will make it difficult. Nobody starts a war in winter, so their guard will be down. If we break through their walls, we can take over quickly. Actalus soldiers are stronger and better at enduring harsh weather, so we can use that advantage to push forward. Ranella listened intently, then laughed. That's why we've been recording weather changes for the past years. If this year follows the same pattern, victory will be ours. Angie

clenched her hand softly. She knew According to the original novel that this year would bring harsher weather than usual. But how do you know so much? Ranelo asked, surprised. Oh, it's just I wanted to understand what you were thinking. So, I studied a little, she replied nervously. Ranella, excited, leaned forward. Then, let me show you my destinations. When will you be leaving? Angie asked. Early December. So, you'll be busy soon, she murmured sadly. You don't want me to go? He asked. Oh, no. It's not that, Angie said quickly. Then she wrapped her arms around his.

Waste. I'll be fine. Just come home soon. I'd like to take you with me, though, Renelo added. She shook her head. You know how it was for me last time. I don't think it's a good idea for me to come. Ranella nodded. As expected, he didn't question her further. Later in late spring, Duchess Nurma announced her pregnancy. The maids congratulated her warmly. When Ranella walked into the chamber, he Overheard them. "You're pregnant?" he asked. Yes, Duchess Nurma received good news, Angie said gently. I see, he murmured. After everyone left, Ranella lay down on Angies lap.

Why was everyone acting so dramatic? He sighed. Duchess Nurma has been trying since the beginning of spring. It's normal to be happy when one's efforts finally pay off, Angie explained. He looked up at her. Do you also want a child? His sudden question startled her. No, your Majesty, she answered after a pause. He sat up laughing. Well, if you do want one someday, you'll have to bear many children. Because of Actalus's test, Angie asked nervously. "That's correct," he confirmed. Actalus custom demanded that children fight each other to determine the next heir. Reinelloo had done the

same at 13. Then only one child I bear will survive. "But what if my child takes your life too, just like you did to your father?" Angie whispered. Ranella's sharp gaze snapped toward her. He leaned over her, pushing her gently onto the bed. "Unfortunately, no one can kill me. This is Actalus. The weak must perish, even if they're my children, he said with a soft smile that contrasted the coldness of his words. Angies breath trembled. Then what about me? She asked quietly. I'm weak, too. Do I also deserve to perish? Ranella's smile faded. You are

mine, he said softly. So it is my right to decide Whether you live or die. Then his lips curved into a dangerous smile. And if anyone dared to take your life, they would pay for their arrogance. He finished untying his bow, his fingers gathering her. Dress. Angie smiled faintly. "All right, as you wish." As he pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply, a disturbing thought flickered through him. "If he broke her now, would he ever be able to hold her like this again?" The uncertainty made him Restless. On the other side of the

palace, the maids who stepped out were murmuring excitedly. To them, the emperor and empress seemed deeply in love. His majesty was visiting the empress palace every day, after all. But behind them, Sylvia's mind was racing with entirely different questions. Now that the emperor was in the empress's chambers, he would not leave until morning. This was her one chance to investigate the things she had been Doubting for weeks. Ever since Angie's head, lady in waiting suddenly moved out of the palace, Sylvia had found it strange. Even though the empress had successfully convinced others, Sylvia still found

the situation suspicious. So late at night, taking advantage of the emperor's absence, she headed straight to Suzanne's new house. She looked up. A single room still had its lights on even at this late hour. Through the window, she saw a man sliding the covers aside And revealing his face. Suzanne's eyes widened behind the window frame. Even though his clothing and hairstyle had changed, she recognized him instantly. A holy night of Tunia. What was he doing there inside? Eden, who had unknowingly shown himself, swiftly covered the window and ran to Suzanne's room. "Your colleague is outside

the house," he said the moment she opened the door. "What do you mean?" Suzanne asked, alarmed. I don't know her name, but I've seen her In the palace. If she sees us together, this could create a problem, Eden said, clearly annoyed with himself. With no choice left, Sissan and Eden stepped outside. And there stood Sylvia. Sissan immediately pulled her inside the house. I knew something was suspicious. But what are you doing here? She demanded, turning to Eden. Both Sissan and Eden froze. Neither knew. How to handle this. Aren't you two going to say anything? Sylvia

asked coldly. What do you want? Eden asked. Tell me what you're planning. Eden rubbed the back of his neck. We're not planning anything. Then why are you here? Sylvia pressed. I was exiled. I just happened to find a job here. Sylvia grabbed him by the collar before he could finish. Don't lie to me. Her glare was fierce. Eden's brows furrowed. This woman had an unexpectedly strong presence for a palace maid. Suzanne tried to calm the situation, but things had already spiraled too far. Fine, Sylvia said at last. Then I'll reveal my intent first so you

can understand. She inhaled sharply and lowered her voice. Whatever her majesty is planning, I don't intend to stop her. Her tone darkened. In fact, I despise the emperor. Everything he does for a moment of amusement becomes a tragedy for others. So I'm telling you clearly, I am on your side. I will do anything for her majesty because right now she is the only one who can push him into hell. Suzanne trembled at the conviction in her voice. But the empress loves the emperor, Eden argued. Sylvia laughed sharp and bitter. She can't love him. She might

be attracted to him, but seducing him is the only way to survive. But wouldn't the emperor notice if she was acting? Eden asked. Not right now, Sylvia replied. He's head over heels for her. It's difficult for him to doubt anything she says. Eden sighed deeply. Fine, I'll be honest with you then. Hey, Are you sure? Suzanne whispered panicked. But Eden had already made up his mind. The empress and I are planning to leave Actalus. Sylvia's eyes narrowed. And after you leave, Eden's gaze sharpened. We will kill the emperor. If their plan succeeded, the emperor would

die at the hands of the woman he loved. Then they would simply return to where they came from. The plan was simple. Brutally simple. Back at the palace, Angie was curled up peacefully In her husband's arms. "Your Majesty," she whispered softly. "While you're away on your expedition, may I leave the capital for a while?" "Why?" Rano asked. "When you're not here, no one will be on my side when I have nightmares. I'd rather go somewhere quiet for fresh air, but I promise I won't go far. Is there a place you have in mind? He asked.

Yes, the country of Dosino. Angie sat up a little, eyes brightening. And I believe the countest there will treat me kindly. Her voice was smooth, so gentle and sweet that no man could deny her in that [clears throat] moment. Aren't you sweet as candy? Reinella murmured, leaning closer. So sweet I keep wanting to give you everything. She sank back onto the bed, teasing. But what if I melt and disappear? Rinelo hovered over her with a soft smirk. "That's fine," he whispered. "If you melt, I'll melt with you." The next day, Ranelo sat in his chamber,

attending his meeting, though His mind kept drifting back to his empress. "What would your majesty like to do?" one of the ministers asked. Ranelo blinked back to the present. "The expedition will proceed as planned." "No changes," he ordered. With that, the meeting concluded. As the officials filed out, his eyes landed on a man he couldn't immediately place. A crease formed on his brow. Who was that again? Then it hit him. Angie had told him about Duchess Nurma's pregnancy. This Must be her husband, Duke Nurma. I heard your wife is pregnant, Reanella said suddenly. Duke Nurma

stiffened, startled by being personally addressed by the emperor, but he quickly bowed. Yes, your majesty. She is. Are you happy? Reinella asked. Do you love your wife? The Duke smiled softly. Yes, I am happy and I love my wife. Reanella leaned forward, curious. And how do you know that you love her? Duke Nurma answered carefully. When I treat her differently when she Becomes exceptional to me. And love makes one accept things they otherwise would not welcome. Ranelo's lips curved faintly. So that makes me exceptional, too. That's pleasant to hear. Meanwhile, Angie continued her training. Soon

she would leave for her trip. As she adjusted her stance, she felt arms wrap around her from behind. "You shoot quite well now," Renella murmured. Angie jumped slightly. Your Majesty, when did you? But before she Finished, Raniello tilted her chin and claimed her lips in a sudden kiss. "You're going to Doino, right?" he asked, smoothing her hair. "Will you be all right without me?" Angie nodded quickly. "There are no mountains this time, unlike the last expedition. I'll be fine. I should send more people with you," he insisted. "So you can stay comfortable." Angie shook her

head. "No, then I'll be uncomfortable. I'm going to rest, so I'll take only the people I Trust and a servant to carry the luggage. I think I'll have fewer nightmares with familiar faces. She knew Ranella would send someone to watch her, but it would be fine as long as they weren't right by her side. The weather grew colder. Actalus soldiers armed themselves, preparing for the emperor's campaign. By then, Angie also finished her preparations for her trip to Dosino scheduled before the army's departure. "Then I'll be off now," Angie said as Her carriage was prepared. Rano

nodded. All right, I'll see you soon once everything is over. Angie stepped inside the carriage, waving goodbye as it pulled away. Reinella remained standing there for a long moment, watching the carriage grow smaller in the distance. Then he turned back, determined to conquer Svenia as quickly as possible so he could return to his wife. Upon arriving in the country of Dosino, the countest there welcomed Angie warmly. Countest Dossino had long been trapped in an unhappy marriage. Her husband had cheated on her. Her son had gone overseas to escape their constant fights. And if not for

the emerald mind she inherited from her father, she might have been banished long ago. So for her, the empress's visit was an opportunity for redemption, determined not to annoy or irritate the empress, Duchess Doino made sure to take extra care of her. During dinner, her gaze instantly Recognized the maid at Angie's side. But the man beside them, she had never seen before. Handsome, calm, unreadable. Beside his name, Daniel, nothing else was known. He must have earned the empress's trust to accompany her here. As she studied him, his eyes suddenly met hers. Flustered, she looked away.

Yet somehow her gaze kept drifting back to him. The man, surprised at first, gave her a faint smile, and that smile was even harder to ignore. Duchess Dossino's cheeks warmed, and as the dinner continued, their eyes kept meeting, her blush only deepened. But this reaction was expected. Duchess Dosino had been living in loneliness ever since her husband's affair began. So, according to their plan, she would naturally be the one most willing to fall for a young man's quiet, intentional seduction. Late that night, inside Duchess Dosino's chamber, her voice drifted in a low whisper. "So, was

It Daniel? Your name?" her fingers traced along a man's solid chest. Beneath her, Eden lay on the bed, looking up at her calmly. "I noticed you were looking at me during dinner," she added, her voice soft, but tinged with suspicion. "Were you planning this from the beginning?" Eden's lips curved faintly. "Aren't you the one who called me into your room?" he replied. Duchess Dossino leaned over him, her face slowly descending toward him. "It doesn't Matter now, does it?" she murmured, closing the distance between them. Much later, exhausted from their entangled night, the Duchess fell asleep

in a deep slumber. Eden, however, quietly rose from the bed and began searching through her drawers. After a few moments, he finally found what he came for. The key ring to Duchess Dosino's mansion. By morning, Duchess Dosino discovered her keys were missing. She searched the entire chamber, growing increasingly Frantic. Her first suspicion immediately fell on the young man she had spent the night with. Just as she was about to storm out in anger, Angie approached with her maid beside her. "Oh, Duchess Dossino, I was looking for you," Angie said gently. The Duchess turned and froze

when Angie lifted her hand, revealing the key ring she had been searching for. "Why does the Empress have it?" The Duchess blinked, bewildered. But before she could ask Anything, Angie explained with a calm smile. "I found it yesterday when you took off your coat. I didn't want to embarrass you in front of the servants for such a small mistake, so I kept it with me for the moment. I'm returning it now. Duchess Doino remembered losing it, but still, why would the empress ever steal something?" Relief washed over her, and she thanked Angie sincerely. Angie smiled

back. Her plan was progressing exactly as intended. They Had chosen Dosino for two reasons. First, traveling from here made it possible to reach Tuna without crossing the mountains. Second, Duchess Dosino's limited authority and desperate desire to please the empress made her easy to guide. During the tea, Angie sighed lightly. "This place is lovely, but I feel a bit uncomfortable having so many unfamiliar people around me," she said. Duchess Dossino's face drained of color. "You were uncomfortable all this time?" She asked horrified. Angie quickly shook her head. "Oh, I'm not blaming you. It's just I prefer

some solitude, being surrounded by only a few people I trust." Duchess Dino suddenly stood from her seat, eager. "Then I have a very quiet vacation home you might enjoy." "Oh, really?" Angie asked with a bright smile. A perfect reaction. The bait had been taken effortlessly. This had all been planned. Thanks to Cean and Eden's advanced research, they knew everything About the vacation home. All they needed was for Duchess Dosino to offer it herself. After expressing her gratitude, Angie set out with the Duchess. And soon they arrived. The vacation home was secluded, close to the border,

far from citizens, and perfect for their purposes. I hope you enjoy your stay, Duchess Dino said, pleased that her property was useful to the empress. Yes, thanks to you, Angie replied softly. Then, with a gentle smile, she added. You can leave the keys with me, Duchess Doino blinked. Pardon? Angie tilted her head. Didn't I say I needed time with only the people I trust? I hope you understand. The Duchess looked at her helpless. What choice did she have? No one refuses the Empress. Slowly, she nodded. Angies smile curved so strikingly similar to her husbands that

it sent a chill through the Duchess. Thank you for your understanding. As everyone finally left, Sylvia closed the Door behind her. "It's finally just the four of us," she said, almost looking pleased with herself. Angie glanced at her. Sylvia really did seem to be enjoying this. When Eden insisted on including Sylvia in their plan, Angie had hesitated. But Sylvia's resentment toward the emperor was genuine, so Angie chose to trust her. "Okay, let's rest for a bit," Eden advised, and the group exhaled in relief. Angie slumped back onto the sofa, finally able to drop her Empress

facade. Now that she thought about it, she was never meant for this role. Once they left this place, the next part of their plan required convincing Saraphina, something Eden would have been better suited for. But because he was exiled for having impure thoughts about the Saint Tess, Angie would have to do it herself. Back at the Actalus mansion, Raniello arrived at the empress's palace again, just as he had every day. The maids whispered behind Him, "The empress isn't here, but he still comes and sleeps here every night, right?" As expected, the room was empty. He

knew she wasn't here, yet he kept returning anyway. Meanwhile, at the vacation home, Angie turned to Sesanne. "Suzanne, I need to ask something before we leave tonight." "Yes, my lady. Anything," Suzanne replied. "Please bring me a pen and paper. I'm going to write one last letter, Angie said with a small smile. She began writing. I have Arrived safely at Dino County, your majesty. Everyone here treats me very comfortably. Perhaps because of the change in weather, I'm not having nightmares recently. I hope I will recover soon, and when your expedition is over, I want to begin

my training again to prepare for the winter hunt. I will become the best winter prey for you, your majesty." Ranella read the letter with a faint smile. He was heading toward the Svenia mountains and Decided that on his way back he would visit his wife before returning to the capital. Back at the vacation home, the four of them divided into two teams. Eden and Angie would cross the gate after Sunatani packed her belongings while anxiety pricricked her chest. Eden had stolen the gate pass from Duchess Dosino earlier. But what if someone recognized her? Cuz placed

her hand over Angies trembling ones. Everything will be all right. I'll meet you again In Tunia, she assured. Angie hugged her tightly, grateful and regretful that she never told Sissan she wasn't the Angelica she adored. At night, Eden and Angie prepared their horses. Cissan and Sylvia stood by, reassuring her. With their encouragement, Angie mounted her horse. If everything went well, she would never see them again. As they approached the gate, anxiety clawed at her, but Eden remained calm. Angie felt sick. "Throw up after we get through the Gate," Eden muttered. Reinella was bad, but this

man wasn't much better, Angie thought bitterly. Ahead stood eight guards, four inside, four outside. No matter how much she trained, even with a holy knight beside her, fighting eight headon was impossible. Show your pass and identify yourselves," the guard demanded. Eden handed over the stolen pass and introduced himself as someone from the south traveling north to fetch his mother. The guard pointed at Angie. "And her? She's my wife," Eden replied confidently. behind him. Angie trembled, praying silently. "What's your occupation?" the guard pressed. "I'm a merchant," Eden said. The guard scoffed. "Do I look like a

fool? What kind of merchant talks like that? Are you criminals?" Angie noticed something odd. Even though he was suspicious, he wasn't calling the other guards or raising an alarm. That meant, "Honey," she cut in softly. "These gentlemen are working Hard to protect us at such a late hour. Why not show them some respect?" The guard chuckled. Your wife's smarter than you. Understanding her hint, Eden offered Angie's gold bracelet. Thank you for your dedication. The guard inspected it, confirmed it was real, and stepped aside. The gate opened. Eden and Angie passed through, free at last. Tears

streamed down Angie's face. After days of struggling to survive, she was finally free. Eden turned back, but Angie shouted, "Don't look back. Let's just keep going." And so, they rode farther and farther from Actalus toward freedom. At Dosino's vacation home, a sharp knock echoed at the door. Cisan opened it just enough to see a man from the Dosino mansion peering inside. "Is the empress here?" he asked, trying to look past her shoulder. "You're not allowed to see her. Just deliver whatever you brought and leave." Susan replied coldly before shutting the door Right in his face.

"The man blinked, stunned." "What an arrogant maid!" he thought bitterly as he walked away. Inside, Sissan finally exhaled in relief. "What did he say?" Sylvia asked. He was asking about the empress, Sissan answered. Sylvia nodded. That's actually good. If he's checking on her, it means the empress really escaped without getting caught. Sisan and Sylvia had already decided to stay for another week to create a solid alibi for the Empress. When they left after that week, Dina would think the Empress had only just departed, never guessing that she had already escaped days earlier. Suzanne also recalled

how the Empress had urged them to run away for their own safety, but the maids had their own plan. Meanwhile, on the road, Eden and Angie took a short rest. From now on, we should conserve our energy, Eden advised. "But what about your exile?" Angie asked, curious. "A lot of time has Passed. It shouldn't be too difficult now," Eden said calmly. "I wonder what Saraphina will think," Angie murmured. "Don't dwell on Saraphina," Eden warned. "The more you care, the harder it will be to use her when the time comes. And don't think about the Emperor

either, especially if you're still fond of him." Angie hesitated, then whispered more to herself than him. I won't regret what I did. It can still hurt, Eden replied quietly. Whether you regret it or not. Angie didn't answer. He was right. Her heart still pounded whenever she thought of him. Night deepened. They lit a fire. Suddenly, Angie stiffened at a faint sound. "Grab your sword," she whispered, already raising her bow. Before Eden could react, three bandits burst from the darkness. Angie spun, loosing an arrow, striking one immediately. The man fell with a scream. The remaining two

cursed her and charged. Eden engaged one and the other lunged for him. Angie shot Again, but the attacker managed to graze Eden's arm with his blade. Later, Angie wrapped bandages around Eden's wounded hand. "How did you notice them?" Eden asked. "I've become sensitive after living in Actalus for so long," she replied. Eden stood. "We should move. Let's get to Tunia as fast as possible." Angie nodded and followed him. The dead bodies on the ground no longer frightened her, but she still feared the nightmares they might bring. Back at the Dosino mansion, the countess read a

letter from the empress. The empress claimed she was too ill to receive visitors and didn't want the countest to see her in such a poor state. Countest Dosino felt anxious. She wanted to tell the empress it didn't matter. But what if her reply offended her? In the end, she decided to wait a week before asking to meet her again. Meanwhile, Cissan and Sylvia executed their escape plan. They first exchanged the empress's jewelry For cash. Though they had the gate pass Eden had given them, they chose instead to escape through a residentonly secret passage. This way,

even if Actalus soldiers chased after them, their trail would lead nowhere near the Empresss path. Far away on the expedition trail, Ranello jolted awake from a dream. In it, Angie had whispered, "I love you, your majesty." With a smile, he sat up abruptly. He had never dreamed anything like that before. But then, a cold, dangerous presence loomed behind him. "Forget her," a voice hissed. Reinella's eyes widened. All you need to remember is blood, war, screams. Show me something entertaining, the voice demanded. Slowly, Ranelo's expression twisted, lips curling into a dark grin. He stepped out of

his tent. The army marched toward Svenia. He had been deliberately slowing their journey, letting frustration and blood lust build. By the time they Arrived, they would be ravenous for war. From the shadows, the voice murmured with satisfaction. Now that the girl is gone, he's obedient again, isn't he? On the other side, Countest Dino, who had just uncovered the truth, arrived at Duchess Nurma's palace in a panic. "We've been fooled," she cried. "They used." Duchess Nurma blinked, confused. "What are you talking about? They just disappeared. What am I supposed to do now?" Countest Dosino murmured, tears

Rolling down her cheeks. Duchess Nurma grabbed her shoulders firmly. "Calm down and speak clearly." "What happened? Is something wrong with the Empress?" "The Empress?" She ran away. Count Dina whispered, her voice trembling. All color drained from Duchess Nurma's face. "Are you in your right mind?" "I'm telling the truth," the countess insisted. Duchess Nurmma's expression hardened. "Then we need to catch the empress before the emperor returns. The Milkman discovered it this morning," Countest Doino said, hands shaking. "But I think she's been gone for a while now." "Duchess Nurma sighed sharply. She had told this woman to

stay by the empress, but now she had no choice but to act. Go check your passes," she ordered. see if anything is missing and inspect every exit and entry point. I mean everyone, even the ones commoners use. Meanwhile, Angie and Eden continued their journey. I hope it doesn't snow, Eden muttered. That would be a problem. It won't, Angie said. Oh, if you say so, then I suppose it's fine, Eden. Ever since the bandits appeared, Angies strange instincts had only grown sharper. It was as if she could feel something foreign whispering inside her. And whenever she

spoke those words aloud, they turned out to be true. Head west for 1 hour, a voice murmured in her ear. I think we should head west for an hour, she told Eden. He stared at her For a moment, then nodded. Every instinct she'd voiced so far had been right. There was no reason to doubt her now. And just as the voice predicted, after an hour, they arrived at a small farming hut. It was winter, so it was empty. In summer, farmers probably used it, but now is the perfect hidden shelter. The voice had led them

straight to a safe place for the night. They lit the fireplace and sat down. Eden glanced at her. Is the smoke not bothering you? No, it's fine. Why do you ask? He shrugged. Just trying to make conversation. To pass time. I didn't know you were the type who enjoyed useless small talk. Angie replied. Then tell me your name, he said suddenly. Angie stiffened, then slowly answered. It's Yonji Cho Yongji. Eden continued staring at her, noting how unenthusiastic she sounded even when revealing her real identity. You don't seem very fond of your life there, he Remarked.

I told you I didn't exactly have a bright future there. Angie reminded him. Suddenly, he leaned closer. You were right. I'm rich there, he said quietly. So, would you be more motivated to go back if I promised to help you? Angie blinked. Why suddenly? I just thought you'd be more excited about going back, he said. And less reluctant to leave here and leave the emperor. Then Eden lifted his hand, gently cupping her face. Cho Yunji, he called Softly. Angie looked at him. Yes. Are you sure you'll be all right if he dies? Angie froze. She

opened her mouth, but nothing came out. So is bothering you. Eden sighed. Isn't it? I Angie hesitated. I don't know, but I know it won't be easy for me to cope with his death. She admitted it at last. She had thought that eventually it wouldn't matter. The distance would dull everything. But no, the more she tried not to think about him, the clearer his Face resurfaced in her memories. Maybe she did have feelings for him. And yet, the freedom she felt now was also undeniably real. Ever since leaving Actalus, even her nightmares had stopped. In

days after leaving the country of Dino, Angie and Eden trudged through the snow-covered paths. The wind bit at their faces, their breaths turning into white clouds. "We're almost there," Eden said, voice strange but firm. "Let's keep going. If we slow down Now," the emperor might retreat. But before Angie could respond, that strange voice whispered behind her ear. "Soft, cold, too close. No, you will think the snow might stop soon." Angie swallowed. "Eden, he'll only retreat if things get completely out of control." Eden shot her a sideways look. "Are you saying that because you know him

that well?" "No, it's my instinct," Angie said quietly. Eden exhaled. "Lately, your instincts have been right, though." Angie tried to take another step, but her legs gave out. She stumbled and collapsed into the snow, breath ragged. "Are you all right?" Eden crouched instantly, grabbing her shoulders. "We're almost there." Angie tried to stand, but her body refused. Her limbs shook violently. Eden's expression hardened. She had reached her limit, and yet they couldn't stay here. If the snow grew any heavier, the path would be buried with no other choice, he lifted Her into his arms. "What are

you doing?" Angie gasped, startled. "I want to get back home as soon as possible," Eden said simply, pushing forward through the deepening snow. Step by step, the world around them turned white. And then, finally, the silhouette of a temple appeared through the storm. Eden tightened his grip on her and crossed the last stretch. They pushed open the heavy doors. "It's Eden," he called out. "Your holiness, I need your help." The Archbishop turned, shock flashing across his face. "What are you doing here? And who is this lady?" Angie forced herself to stand, her voice trembling as

she bowed. "I am the Empress of Actalus," she said. "I know this is sudden, but I am fleeing from Actalus." Her knees buckled and she sank to the floor. "Please, I came to the God of mercy. Grant me shelter and some food." Only then did the Archbishop's eyes widen in recognition. The Empress of Actalus was Kneeling before him, pale, shivering on the verge of collapsing. But as Angie looked up at him, her vision blurred. No matter how hard she tried, she kept seeing a different face. Ranelo's face, her husband's face. Was it because she was

scared or because she still couldn't push away her feelings for him? Her thoughts tangled, spun, and then dissolved into darkness as she finally lost consciousness. When Angie opened her eyes again, she was lying in a room She had never seen before. warmth, blankets. A faint light flickered on the wall. The door creaked open. A [clears throat] young woman stepped inside carrying a tray of food. She hurried to Angie's side, worry written all over her face. "You're awake. Are you in pain?" she asked softly, leaning closer to check her temperature. Angie stared at her, stunned. Even

without anyone saying it, she knew exactly who this woman was. "Ranella's destined Partner, the saintest of Tunia. This is my room, the woman said gently, offering a reassuring smile. Meanwhile, far away in the snow buried mountains near the Svenia border. The blizzard had turned brutal. The soldiers of Actalus were barely holding on. Staying any longer in this weather was madness. Reinella's jaw tightened. Years of analyzing winter patterns. Yet this time his predictions had failed. "We don't have enough supplies to return the same way," he Said, voice low and cold. "Well stop by Tuna on the

way. retreat for now. Snow whipped around him as he issued the order. Back in Tunia, Angie sat with the Saints, unable to stop herself from looking at her. Saraphina noticed and smiled softly. "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Saraphina," she said gently. "Angie hesitated. 3 weeks ago, she was the Empress of Actalus." "But what was she now?" After a moment of quiet struggle, she finally Answered, "My name is Angelica. I heard you hiked for 17 days, Saraphina said, her tone full of worry. It must have been terribly hard. And the night who came

with you, he's resting in another room. He was exhausted. Then she paused, studying Angie more carefully. If I may ask, I heard you fled from Actalus. Why did you run away? Angie froze. She didn't know how to start. Eden was supposed to handle this part. She forced a small breath. Didn't Eden tell you Anything? She asked cautiously. Eden to me? Saraphina blinked in surprise. Angie's heart lurched. Had she said something wrong, but Saraphina continued calmly. I did feel something was strange. Eden has despised me for a long time, so for him to suddenly confess his

love and get himself banished, it was odd. Her expression softened with a thoughtful sadness. But now that he returned months later with you, it made sense. Perhaps he did it to reach you And maybe to bring you here. Angie stared at her, stunned at how quickly and how accurately Saraphina pieced everything together. I know Eden doesn't love me, Saraphina added quietly. Under that sharp gaze, Angie felt pressure becoming unbearable. She decided to tell what was necessary. The emperor of Actalus. He will arrive here soon. Angies voice trembled as she turned to her. Panic flickered in

her eyes. But you have to kill him. She knew it Sounded absurd, asking a saintest of mercy to kill someone, but she had no time. Ranellas voice kept echoing through her ears, calling her name. Confusion twisting inside her. She pressed forward anyway. Please, only the Saints of Tunia can do it. And it's also for your own good. For my own good? Saraphina asked, baffled. How would killing the emperor benefit me? [clears throat] Angie couldn't reveal the part about Raniello taking Saraphina for himself. She couldn't say that, so she forced herself to speak carefully. It's not

just for you, it's for Eden, too. Eden, Saraphina whispered. What does this have to do with him? Angie inhaled sharply. I found it in a prophetic book. A book that tells the future. Saraphina's eyes narrowed. A prophecy book. Where did you find it? You were away during a monster hunt. Angie explained. I found it then. It's in my Bag. Right there. But there's one problem. Only I can read it. Saraphina listened, then quietly took out the book. Is this it? Yes. Angie nodded. Can you read the title? Saraphina shook her head. No, it's completely blank.

Angie sighed heavily. I know it sounds ridiculous, like I'm a fraud claiming to see the future in an empty book, but it's real. Eden also knows about this prophecy. At Eden's mention, Saraphina's eyes widened. Eden, what does the Prophecy say about him? Angie held her breath. According to the prophecy, he will be killed by Reanelloo. Saraphina's face drained of all color. She staggered to her feet in panic. "No, it can't be. I'm sorry, but this is," she stammered, unable to finish. "It's all right," Angie said softly. "I know it's difficult to hear," she continued, her

voice quieter. I didn't mind running away, but Eden wanted to face this, so we came here. The agent of Actalus is Faded to die at the hands of the Saints of Tunia. My wish is simply to make sure no one else gets hurt. Saraphina's voice shook. Then, according to the prophecy, will you die, too? Angie hesitated before answering. Yes, I'm supposed to die first. I know it sounds absurd and impossible to believe, so don't worry. I understand if you doubt me. But unexpectedly, Saraphina's reply came quietly, almost trembling. No, I believe you because it's you

and I'm sorry. Later that night, Angie lay awake replaying that moment. Saraphina believed her too quickly. And that apology, what did she mean by that? Something about the Saint Tess felt strangely unsettled, unclear, and Angie couldn't shake the unease growing inside her. The next day, Saraphina stood before the people of Tunia, her white robes fluttering in the cold wind. Listen to me, she called out, her voice echoing clearly through the square. Soon The army of Actalus, led by the emperor, will arrive here. There will be many soldiers. The temple was once saved by the emperor.

So now it is our turn to repay him. We are children of the God of mercy. Even if we have received nothing, we must help those in need. The people murmured anxiously, uncertain, reluctant. But when the saintest spoke, her words were absolute. One by one, their heads bowed in obedience. From a shadowed corner, Eden watched quietly From behind a stone wall, noting every movement Saraphina made. She was already taking action. Soon after, the army finally arrived, led by Renelo himself. The Archbishop stood at the gates to welcome him. But Ranello's eyes narrowed the moment he

saw his calm expression. "Why do you not seem surprised?" Ranelo asked sharply. The Archbishop hesitated, then bowed deeply. "We we already heard of your arrival in advance, your majesty." "From the Saints." A faint spark of amusement flickered across Raniello's face. "Oh, that is interesting," he murmured as he walked past. Inside the prayer room, Angie sat alone. She could hear the roar of soldiers outside, the unmistakable sign of Ranella's arrival. Saraphina had insisted she stay here. "No one comes to the prayer room except me," she had said. "It is the safest place." But Angies stomach twisted

with unease. Three days, three long days, she had Been hidden here, waiting for Ranelo to leave. Yet he was still here. According to the novel, Angie thought, "By now, Saraphina and Ranelo's destined encounter should have already happened. So why had nothing begun? Why was he still here?" Her anxiety only grew heavier. Footsteps approached, and Angie immediately looked up with relief, thinking Saraphina had finally returned. But it wasn't her, it was Eden. He shut the door quietly behind him. "Keep your Voice down. Where is Saraphina?" he demanded. Angie blinked, startled. She left me here 3 days

ago and she hasn't come once. Eden clenched his jaw. Not even once. Then where the hell is she? He turned to leave. I'll check elsewhere. Wait. Angie grabbed his arm. What's happening outside? Why is he still here? Eden stopped, inhaling sharply, his frustration clear. Then he turned back to her, gripping her shoulders. Listen to me. The story has Changed. Saraphina never met him. Angie's eyes widened. That wasn't supposed to happen. In the original novel, Saraphina should have welcomed Ranello personally. Instead, Ranello had been welcomed by the Archbishop. It meant only one thing. Saraphina was avoiding

him. "So, we need to change our plan," Eden continued. "We have to reach the old sanctuary before Saraphina kills him." "What? Why so suddenly?" Angie asked, panic rising in her voice. "There Are almost 10,000 soldiers with the emperor," Eden said, lowering his voice. "I failed to consider that. If Saraphina kills him now, the army will lose its commander and go berserk. They'll destroy this place. So, we must leave before anything goes wrong. He added firmly. Focus on two things right now. The blood of Actalus and the sword of Tunia. Eden. This is too sudden. Before

she could finish, Eden froze. He had heard something. A voice behind them. Eden pushed Angie back into the al cove of the room and whispered, "Stay quiet." The footsteps grew louder, steady, familiar. Then, a voice she knew too well echoed through the chamber. "What was that? Was I imagining things?" A low breath, I thought. I heard my wife's voice. Ranelo stepped into the prayer room. Angie backed away, clamping her hand over her mouth, so not even a breath escaped. Eden turned calmly toward Reanella, who had just stepped Inside. "Did the empress come with you as

well?" Eden asked. "No," Ranella replied. She wasn't feeling well, so she went to rest in the countryside. Eden let out a deliberate sigh. "Then she can'tt be here." Ranella narrowed his eyes. "Then who are you talking to?" "The Saint Tess," Eden answered smoothly. I apologize, your majesty, but no outsiders are allowed in the prayer room. If you are lost, I can show you the way out. Ranelo looked around the Dim room once more, gaze lingering on the shadows as if sensing something. Then he nodded. Eden let him out, but Ranelo's head kept turning back, his

eyes scanning the space like he could feel his wife's presence, even if he couldn't see her. Inside the al cove, Angie exhaled only when their footsteps vanished. Her knees weakened with relief. If Eden hadn't acted fast, she would have been caught. But now, what should she do? Outside the prayer room, A sharp crack echoed. A hard slap landed across Eden's cheek as a superior knight bered him. How dare you enter the prayer room after being banished for it. Eden stood silent, accepting the punishment. He was placed on probation instantly. From above the corridor, unseen, Saraphina

watched everything unfold. Neither of the two men sensed her presence. Her thoughts raced. Why did he come to the prayer room? Was he searching for me or for Angelica? The Latter felt more painful, but the former made more sense. Like Angelica, Eden seemed to need something from her. Still, his recklessness could have exposed her. Did he even consider that? Of course not. If he had, he wouldn't have pretended to love her just to be exiled. He was cold. And now she understood. Her one-sided affection would never be returned. Perhaps this was her punishment. Elsewhere, Ranella

stood at top the temple steps, gazing at The distant mountains. The faint sunlight melted. Patches of snow, signaling a shift in the weather. Perhaps it's time to leave this place, he thought. pathetic, lifeless, and he wanted to return to his wife as soon as possible. Then, agent of Actalus. Ranella turned at the voice of a woman calling out to him. He smirked. Well, look who it is. The Saint of Tunia. And just like that, the long-foreld moment arrived. The Saint of Tunia finally Stood face to face with the agent of Actalus. Inside, Angie grew more

anxious with every passing hour. She hadn't seen Saraphina. She hadn't seen Eden. She didn't know whether Saraphina had finally met Renelo or if something had gone wrong. Eden had insisted Saraphina was avoiding the emperor. But what if they never met? Her head throbbed. She knew she was selfish. She had hidden the truth from Saraphina deliberately. But she was certain of one Thing. Once they met, Ranella's obsession would ignite. He would try to take Saraphina with him. And then Saraphina would have no choice but to kill him once they reached Actalus. That was the plan. That

was the only way to survive. So why why hadn't Eden come to see her? Why was she still trapped here waiting? A sudden loud noise burst from outside. Angie hurried to the window. Her eyes widened. The Actalus army, who had camped here for days, was leaving. Her heart raced. Did that mean Saraphina had met Ranelo? Did he take her away? If yes, then Angies path was safe again. She needed to find Eden immediately. She rushed outside and ran toward the temple chamber. The priests stood there, but their faces were dark and gloomy. Angie exhaled in

disbelief. They looked devastated. That could only mean one thing, right? Saraphina must have been taken. Of course, they'd look miserable if their Saint Tess had left With the emperor. For the first time, Angie felt relief. Ugly, selfish relief. But what else could she do when her life was on the line? "Thank you for hiding me here," she said, hurried. "Now, where is Eden? I need to ask him something." Silence. Not a single priest answered. Angies heart began to pound harder. Why aren't you saying anything? Footsteps echoed behind her. Angie froze. Saraphina stood there, her saintest

silk cloak, her gentle Expression, and she was still in Tunia. Angie felt her face drain of all color. Why are you here? You didn't meet Renelloo. But didn't I tell you Eden will die if you don't? Her voice cracked under panic. Saraphina stepped closer. You are mistaken, Empress. I did meet him, but nothing happened. Nothing happened. Danji's mind spun. This was wrong. This was not the story. The author had said explicitly, "The agent of Actalus will always be obsessed with The Saints of Tunia. That fact would never change." So why? Why was this happening? Why

was the one unchangeable fact changing? She felt her world tilting. Saraphina tried to soo her. There were too many soldiers. If I attacked him recklessly, who knows what would have happened, "So please calm down." But Angies panic only grew sharper. She turned to the priests, voice trembling. "Is it true? Did she really meet him?" "Really? Really?" The More she asked, the more desperate her voice became. If she had known this, if she had known things would deviate this far. She would never have taken the risk to escape. She would never have betrayed Renelo. And now,

when he returned, when he learned what she had done, he would be furious. Furious beyond forgiveness. Angie trembled, suffocating on her own terror. Saraphina approached gently. "Please calm down. There must be another way." "Is there?" Angie shouted, Startling her. "Was there any other way now?" She staggered to her feet. I need Eden. He's the one who told me to come here. Where is he? Again. Silence. Where is Eden? Where is he? She kept asking until her voice sounded unhinged. Finally, the archbishop stepped forward stern. Enough of this behavior. We can't allow it to continue. He

turned. Follow me. I will show you where Eden is. Inside the dim room. Eden, still on probation for entering the prayer room Earlier, jerked upright when Angie rushed in pale and trembling. Eden, this is bad, she cried, her voice breaking. What happened? He asked quickly. The emperor, he didn't take Saraphina with him. The story changed, Angie sobbed. Eden blinked, confused. What do you mean she didn't meet him? No, she met him. Angie said breathless. But everything changed. Stop crying. Eden tried to steady her. We missed our chance this time, but this has nothing to do

with a Missed chance. Angie suddenly screamed. Don't you get it? He's not obsessed with Saraphina. And now, now that he finds out I ran away, he'll hunt me down and kill me. What do I do? Eden, he's going to kill me. Her words spiraled into panicked mumbling. She had depended on Eden, but now reality hit her. Eden prioritizes himself. He always had, and she wasn't any different, but she couldn't rely on him anymore. She turned abruptly and tried to leave. Eden Grabbed her wrist. "Where are you going? I'm going back. I have to return," she

cried. Eden sighed. "Can you run faster than the Actalus army?" She froze. Then what do you suggest? She demanded. This doesn't concern you, she continued, voice shaking. But my situation is different now. The story has changed. You can find another way. And if I become a burden, you might abandon me. So I need to find a way, too. If I don't do anything, I'll be caught and die a Painful death. Eden fell silent at her accusation. Angelica, I But before he could finish, Saraphina entered the room. Angelica, she said softly. I don't understand everything, but

you said it took you 17 days to reach here, right? She stepped forward and gently wiped Angie's tears. Then for him to return, it will take more than a month. You still have time, more than a month, to find a solution. Saraphina spoke with the warmth of an older sister. Then she Embraced Angie, patting her back. I'm sorry, she murmured. I didn't know a disruption in your plan would cause you such fear. Angie felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. She'd been selfish, deceptive, yet Saraphina comforted her. Even though Angie had hidden the truth from her,

Saraphina forgave them both. Still, Angie sensed she was holding back. She spoke calmly, but deep inside she was clearly fighting her own battle. Angelica, I also Saraphina tried to say Something, but her courage failed. She hurried out of the room. Angie tried to follow, but Eden caught her wrist again. "Let her think for a while," he said quietly. "We need to come up with a plan, too. And I know how to take responsibility for my actions." Then he looked directly into her eyes. And I have no intention of watching you die. Meanwhile, the Actalus army

trudged home, defeated and exhausted, morale sinking with every step. Reinella Wondered if he should have stayed longer. But the troops were suffering from frostbite and fatigue. Any delay would have killed more soldiers. As he marched, a chaotic voice that thrilled at violence finally fell silent. There was no joy in this campaign, no exhilaration, just emptiness. But then her face flickered in his mind. Suddenly, he could hear her voice as if she were beside him. A smile tugged at his lips. Without hesitation, Rananiel Veered away from the army. He headed straight toward Dosio, the countryside retreat

where Angie had gone for her vacation. His heart quickened with anticipation. She would be shocked to see him return so early. But her surprise would only last a moment. Then she would listen to all his complaints, how displeased he was that he couldn't go to war, how bored he had been without her. And then he would entertain himself with his empress, hear her say she loved Him again and again until he tired of it, though he doubted he would ever truly get tired of her. When Ranelo arrived in the country of Dosino, he stepped forward

with a bright smile, already imagining the moment he would see Angie again. But that smile slowly, painfully faded as he heard the trembling words of Countest Dossino. "Your Majesty, the Empress, the Empress is missing." Rano blinked, unable to process it. What did you say? Before Anyone could answer, soldiers dragged forward two women, Suzanne and Sylvia. We captured them. They were with the empress when she vanished. Countest Dino hurried to explain, her voice shaking. We arrested her maids first. They were the last to see her before she went missing. Missing? Ranelo repeated as if the word

itself was foreign. The empress is missing. The air around him chilled, his eyes darkened. Dangerous. Count Dossino flinched. She recognized the Look of a man moments away from violence. She regretted not keeping an eye on the empress, and even Duchess Nurma didn't come to support her. She just helped to catch maids. Rananiel seized Count Dosino by the collar. Did someone abduct her? His voice was a thunderclap. Did you fail to protect her? No one would dare abduct the Empress, the count whispered, trembling. A sharp voice cut through the panic. Nonsense. Sylvia lifted her chin, Meeting

Raniello's deadly gaze without flinching. "It wasn't an abduction," she said coldly. The empress chose to run away on her own. Ranella stared at her, eyes burning. You have a death wish," he said softly. "A threat more terrifying than shouting." She loves me. Why would she run? Sylvia laughed. A cruel, broken laugh. Isn't it ironic? She sneered. The man who made so many people miserable is now miserable himself because of a woman named Angelica. She paused. But she's not an Actalus anymore, is she? Didn't you know? Reel's jaw tightened in a flash. His sword was at

her face. Shut your mouth. But Sylvia only smiled wider, a wild, hopeless smile. No one abducted her. She ran because you're despicable. His hand trembled for a heartbeat. His eyes widened. "The winter hunt," he whispered. Sylvia furrowed her brows. "What?" Rano's expression shifted. "Unsettling, eerie." A smile crept onto his lips, but it wasn't the smile of a sane man. "This is the winter hunt," he murmured. "My wife must have wanted a larger hunting ground. This is simply a game," she prepared. Gasps spread through the hall. His trust, his delusion was frightening. "Isn't that right?" he

continued softly. Why else would she leave her precious maid behind and run? She certainly piqued my interest. "The Empress loves me," Sylvia Scoffed. "Love?" she repeated. "She never loved you." She spent every moment planning how to escape from you. This time, her words hit him like a blade. Ranelo froze. Sylvia stepped closer, voice sharp as ice. "What now? Going to kill me? Do it. Then your wife will fear you even more. Kill me. And when you find her, tell her you punished her maid in her place." His fingers loosened on the sword for the first

time. He hesitated. Deep inside, something Shifted slowly. He started piecing together. Every moment he had brushed aside. Every flinch, every trembling breath, every forced smile, she had feared him. She had always feared him. The sword slipped from his hand and clattered to the ground. Sylvia's words echoed like a curse. But they were only confirming what he already knew. He was someone to fear, and fear drove her away. But he would not allow fear to take her from him. He had never once let Go of what he wanted in his life, and he wouldn't start now.

Slowly, he lowered himself to the ground, a wild determination burning in his eyes. "It's simple," he whispered. "Ill show her. There is no need to fear." Sylvia and Cesan stared at him in horror. "Has he finally lost it?" Sylvia whispered. But Ranella only smiled, bright, feverish, utterly unhinged. "I'll go after her," he said. "I'll bring her back and I will forgive her." And Because rumors could destroy Angies name, he changed the story with a single command. He declared this event a winter hunt that the empress had specially prepared for. her emperor. Sylvia watched him with

disgust. "Truly insane," she thought, because only a madman would smile so sweetly while planning to chase down the woman who ran for her life. A few days passed in suffocating silence. Angie sat alone in her small room, hands clasped together So tightly her knuckles had turned white. She hadn't eaten properly. She hadn't slept. Every hour felt like a countdown to the moment Ranella would appear, to drag her back, to punish her, to end her. By now, he surely knew she had run away. Any moment he could come. Her heart throbbed painfully. Why did the original

story change? Why did Saraphina's tragic fate shift onto her instead? But she couldn't blame Saraphina. Not even for a moment. It was Her fault. She had hidden the truth. She had tried to shift the fate onto Saraphina. Yet Saraphina still forgave her, forgave both her and Eden, and even convinced the archbishop to lift Eden's punishment. Angie wasn't welcomed warmly, but the temple still accepted her because they served the God of mercy. Still, mercy didn't diminish the terror in her heart. As she spiraled deeper into worry, a knock sounded at the door. Saraphina entered with Eden

Behind her, finally free from his probation. Oddly, Eden seemed more concerned about her than ever before. His eyes flickered to her face repeatedly, as if checking she was really still there. They sat together, an uneasy trio. Eden began quietly. The emperor won't bring an army here. His soldiers must be exhausted. Even he must be tired. And remember, we have the holy knights. Angie stared at him. Was he planning to fight Reanella? Too Optimistic, too reckless. Ranella was blessed by Actila, god of slaughter. Even alone, he was a force no human army could confront. Eden must

have known that, so maybe he was only trying to reassure her. Still, he asked gently. I'm planning to convince the Holy Knights to prepare for battle. But if you don't want that, there was no peaceful way to talk with Reanella anymore. No negotiation, no pleading. Angie swallowed hard and nodded. Later, Saraphina and Angie went to the prayer room to pray, asking the God of mercy for a path, for safety, for something, anything. As Saraphina prayed earnestly beside her, Angie found herself drifting, wondering why she was here, why she kept feeling like something was wrong, something

was missing. When suddenly, Saraphina turned toward her in the dream and grabbed her by the neck. I'm on my way. Just wait for me, Angie. Angies eyes flew open with a scream Caught in her throat. Those weren't Saraphina's words. That was him. Saraphina, who had been sleeping next to her, bolted up. Angelica, are you all right? But Angie couldn't answer. Her mind was spinning, cold dread crawling through her veins. She stumbled out of bed and rushed to the prayer room. Saraphina hurried after her. "No," Angie whispered again and again, clutching her head. "What are you

talking about?" out. Saraphina asked breathless and confused. Angie turned sharply, eyes wide. It's not you, she said. You're not the sword of Tunia. Saraphina froze. Angie didn't know how she knew. Only that something inside her screamed the truth. I don't know who it is, she whispered, voice trembling. But it's not you. Then suddenly, a voice, cold, ancient, ominous, echoed inside her skull. The sword's plan will fail. Angie gasped as pain ripped through her head, sharp and blinding. She clutched her temples, Nearly collapsing. She didn't know what the sword's plan was. She didn't know who the

sword even was, but the voice kept echoing louder and louder until it felt like her skull would crack. On the other side of the land, Raniello strode toward Tunia, step after step, eyes fixed on the horizon. While that voice echoed in his mind again and again, "Ranello, don't go. Listen to me. It's a trap." The warning grew sharper, more desperate each time. But Ranello didn't Slow, didn't hesitate, didn't even blink. He was on his way to his wife. Nothing, not God, not fate, not warnings, could make him stop. A few days earlier, Relo stood with

his head resting lightly against the maid's shoulder, listening to her trembling breath. His voice was calm, almost gentle, but every word carried razor edges. "Why didn't she take you with her?" he asked softly. "You went south on purpose, so the search party would Follow you." Cuz froze. "That means," Ranella continued, his lips curling. My wife must have gone north, right? Cuz trembled like a lamb cornered by a hungry beast. But Ranelo, he laughed, a hollow, maddened laugh. It was too easy for him to sense lies. He could hear them in breathing, feel them in the

air itself. And yet his wife fooled him. The realization twisted inside him. She clung to him. She smiled at him. She whispered love to him. And not once had She shown a hint of reluctance. So how how could she not love him? Anger burned through his chest like wildfire, his hands shot out, fingers closing around Sesan's neck from behind. The maid gasped, feet lifting off the ground as he growled. "Your master abandoned you, betrayed you." "So why?" His grip tightened. "Why are you still so stubborn? What's the point?" Sis smiled, tears spilling, but her voice

didn't break. "She is my master for life," she Said, even though she changed long ago. "I will still be on her side. I will always believe her. Her trustworthiness and my loyalty will never change. Reneella scoffed a bitter noise. Trustworthiness? Only fools trusted the words of liars. Would he forgive Angie? Yes. Would he hold her? Certainly. But trust her again that he did not know. Yet this maid, this fragile, terrified maid, would accept Angie no matter what. Was that love? Something deeper? For the First time in his life, Ranelo felt something strange, like he'd been

defeated. A small, pitiful maid defeated him, his fingers tightened unconsciously. Perhaps he should kill her. Perhaps harass her to the point she betrays Angie. Perhaps. Sylvia's words cut through his mind like ice. Won't your wife fear you even more if you kill her maids? His hand immediately unclenched. Sisanne collapsed, coughing for breath. He couldn't kill her. Not Because he lacked cruelty, but because Angie would fear him more, and he couldn't bear that. Later, as he sat on the sofa, Countest Dosino rushed in out of breath. As you commanded, she said, "We investigated the list of

travelers who passed through the northern gate a month ago." Ranella lifted his gaze slowly. A married couple of unknown origin went through. She finished. Reanella's eyes sharpened. Married couple, north, servant. The pieces Snapped together, and suddenly he remembered that faint voice he'd heard at the temple of Tunia. His Angies voice, the holy knight had said she wasn't there. Everyone had said she wasn't there. They all lied. All of them. Prepare a horse, Ranella ordered quietly. Countest Dosino rushed out to obey. Ranelo stayed seated for a moment, staring at nothing. A married couple. They dared to

call themselves that. A hysterical hollow laugh left his lips. "How ridiculous," he whispered. "How absurd that anyone would call Angie someone else's wife, because she wasn't. She was his, and he was going to retrieve what belonged to him with his own hands." At Tunia, Eden requested the Archbishop's permission to let the Holy Knights fight when Reneo arrived. But the Archbishop only sighed heavily, seeing how much the once innocent boy had changed. Besides, how could he allow holy knights to raise a sword against The emperor, the very man who helped them during the monster hunt? But

Eden didn't back down. The emperor will be in a foul mood when he arrives, he argued. Hell question us for hiding the empress. The archbishop answered with a sharp question of his own. How can you say that when you are the one who brought her here? Eden fell silent. Chaos Su Yan had always been calm, cold, even different reasoning from Rananiel, but the same dismissive attitude toward People, except for Angelica. Maybe because she was from the same world. Maybe because she understood him more than anyone else could. So naturally, if he had to choose between

Angelica and the people of Tunia, he would choose her. Not for any noble reason, simply because she was the only person he could connect with. "Are you planning to betray the Empress?" Eden asked quietly. If you wanted to betray her, you should have done it long ago. To the Archbishop, it didn't matter if Eden cared for her or not. In his eyes, Angelica Enroactalis was a simple yet selfish person. Someone who ignored justice out of fear for her own safety. Someone who used others as shields, yet still pied misfortune when she saw it. He didn't

know what her true goal was. But their saints had nearly become a sacrifice because of her. Eden, the Archbishop said, the day the Actalus army left, she behaved strangely. You Can't deny that. Eden stared at him. So that's why you want to betray her? The archbishop let out another sigh. The saint has forgave her, but I've made up my mind. I won't be persuaded no matter what you say, and the holy knights will not defend the empress. Eden's hands clenched. May I know why? The archbishop replied calmly. Because you came up with a plan to

use the Holy Knights, and because our knights are no match for the emperor. Even if all attacked him at Once, he would win no matter how many stand against him. Eden scoffed. Enough excuses. You already decided you wouldn't listen to any plan I suggested. Or is this what the saint has told you to do? The archbishop looked at him for a long moment before saying gently but firmly, "Your plan will fail in the end." Because that was God's will. Eden gritted his teeth. "So that was the only reason. How annoying." Later, Eden sat with Angie,

burying his head in his Palms. "He doesn't listen. No matter what I say, just because it's my plan," Eden rambled desperately. "Eden, you need to calm down." Angie tried to soothe him, but Eden's anger only surged. He stood up sharply. Do you know what he said? He burst out. He said he'll disagree with me no matter what I come up with. And do you know why? Because that's what Saraphina told him. Angie's brows narrowed. Saraphina. Eden let out a long exhausted sigh. A Prophecy was received from God. It said my plan would fail, so he

was told to oppose anything I suggested. It's ridiculous. They won't cooperate at all. Angie looked at him quietly. He truly was furious. No matter what he did, the outcome was already decided. For someone as self-confident as him, that must be unbearable. As she watched him, her mind replayed the words she heard before. "No matter what he did, his plan will fail." She had heard something similar earlier. "The sword's plan will fail." Her eyes widened. "Eden," she said slowly. "You are the sword of Tunia. I heard earlier that the sword's plan will fail, so that must

be you." Eden froze, listening. Her instincts had been strangely accurate lately, and it aligned perfectly with what the archbishop had said. Seeing him helpless, Angie stood up. Eden, we should do this together, the two of us. Eden looked at her puzzled, but Angie, determined, continued. I'll lure him in. We have to make Actilla bleed and go to the ancient sanctuary to open the door together so we can return to our world. The journey so long, finally came to an end as Ranella reached the temple of Tunia. As he ascended the steps, the archbishop and the

priests stood waiting, already aware the emperor had arrived. The man with eyes dark as storm clouds stopped before them. "Where is my wife?" he asked. His chilling voice made the priests tremble. The archbishop Gulped. The empress has left. "When?" Ranelo asked. "A few hours ago. Where is she headed?" "To the north," the archbishop answered calmly. "All right then." Ranella lifted his hand. "Give me the saint. Tess the priests." Faces pald. But didn't we just tell you where the empress headed? They said trembling. Just shut up and do what I said, Reanella replied dangerously quiet. This

is the price for deceiving me. He stepped forward, his voice icy enough to Freeze the air. You hid what is most precious to me. So, I will take what is most precious to you. Inside the prayer room, Saraphina stood before the goddess when the door suddenly opened. Ranella stepped in. Without a second hesitation, he seized her wrist, ready to drag her away. The archbishop and priests dropped to their knees, begging him to release the saintess. But Raniello's sharp voice cut through the room like a blade. If I can'tt find my Angie, if any Harm has

come to her, this woman will not be safe either. A clear threat. Everyone trembled, powerless to protect their saintess. Yet Saraphina only looked over her shoulder at them, a silent message in her eyes. Do not fear for me. I am not the one you think I am. Ranella dragged her out without stopping once. She begged him to slow down, but he didn't hear her. The voice that had warned him of a trap earlier now surged violently in his mind, pushing him, Urging him. But Ranella cared about only one thing, his Angie. He would bring his

wife back. He would make sure she never ran away again. When they reached the old sanctuary, Angie stood there, bow in hand. Ranella finally saw her face and a smile spread across his lips. It's been a while, my empress. But Angie lifted her bow, aiming straight at him. Ranella didn't falter. You prepared all this for me. I'm so glad. Behind him, Saraphina stood silently, witnessing everything. Ranello picked up an arrow of his own and raised his bow toward Angie. "If this is the entertainment you prepared," he said calmly. "Then I'll play along. Now, let's finish

this." Husband and wife stood across from each other, arrows drawn. Angie trembled as she watched him. After half a year with him, she could read him well enough. He looked calm, but inside he was anything but calm. She had acted brave in front of Eden. But now, now she was terrified. A part of her wanted to drop everything. Run to him, hug him, apologize, tell him she loved him, let him kiss her, ask him to take her back home. But it was too late for that. She had come too far. There was no turning back.

Her legs shook, tears gathered, threatening to spill. But she kept staring only at him. She needed all his senses fixed on her so that he wouldn't notice anything else. He must not notice Eden approaching from behind. Eden raised his Sword and struck as planned. Relo sensed something and turned, but too late. The arrow he'd aimed at Angie flew from his fingers. Eden's blade pierced the side of Ranelo's neck. Blood sprayed across the stone. Saraphina covered her mouth, horrified. Ranella collapsed, crimson pouring from the wound. Angie fell, too. The arrow buried in her foot. She sat

trembling, gasping at the sharp pain. She grabbed the shaft with trembling fingers. Tried to pull it out, But it snapped in two. Her mind spun. What happened to him? Is he alive? Eden stepped forward, clutching his stabbed arm. Angelica, we have to get to the door. Right now, he urged, pulling her up as she limped. Just bear it a little longer. Once we're back in our world, the pain of these bodies will disappear. Angie looked back one last time. The man lying on the stone floor lifted his gaze toward her, eyes sharp, burning. But then

his face vanished from sight as They hurried inside the sanctuary. As they stepped inside, memories of everything that had happened rushed through Eden's mind. "It's over," he murmured. I stabbed him in the neck. "He should be dead now." Angie looked at him. Ranelo was dead. A swirl of emotions stormed through her. Relief that she could return home. Joy that she no longer needed to fear him. Yet beneath that, something strange pressed against her chest. A faint sadness she Refused to acknowledge. Inside the library, Eden pointed toward the stone door, but Angie still couldn't see it.

It felt strange, but Eden saw it clearly. He stroed forward and grabbed the knob, pushing, pulling, nothing. The door didn't move. Watching him struggle, Angie asked, "Eden, what's wrong?" "The door? It won't open?" and he said, still trying, "Why?" The agent of Ectalus bled, "And I'm the sword of Tunia, like you said. So why won't it open?" He Couldn't understand the prophecy. The Archbishop's words, "Your plan will fail." No matter how hard he tried, it was destined to fail. It was God's will. Desperate, he kicked the door, but nothing happened. Angie stared at him. "Did

he really meet all the conditions?" "Maybe not." "Eden, he's not dead," she whispered. The moment the words left her mouth, the door opened. A pair of sharp chilling eyes appeared through the gap. Eden and Angie spun around. A man Stepped inside, dragging his sword behind him across the floor. Ranella, a terrifying sight. Why isn't he dead yet? Eden whispered, stepping in front of Angie. Renella lifted his sword, his voice cold. "My dear Angie, the hunt is over. I admit your attempt was commendable, but this ends here." Behind him, Saraphina entered the library as well. Angie

froze. She remembered the scene from the original novel. Eden dying at Renella's feet. Saraphina Crying as she held his head. Without thinking, Angie rushed forward and stood in front of Eden, raising her hand as if to shield him. "Don't," she cried. "Please don't kill him. She didn't even know what she was doing. There was no time to think. Please stop." Ranella stared at her. "Are you afraid something will happen to him?" he asked quietly. "But I'm the one who is badly injured right now." He tapped the wound on his neck. "He did this to me,

and yet you're Still afraid of me?" His voice still ran Actalus, the emperor everyone feared. But beneath it, a raw pain trembled. Then before their eyes, the wound on his neck closed, healed. Angie stared at him, not even surprised anymore. Had she lost her mind to think someone like him could ever be killed? Reel stepped forward and shoved Angie aside, lunging straight for the man behind her. In the next moment, he attacked Eden, striking his face over and over until Eden Finally lost consciousness. Angie dragged herself across the floor, grabbing Reinella's feet with trembling hands,

begging him to stop. Please, I was wrong. Please stop, she pleaded. Ranella looked back at her, expression dark and hurt. You're worried for him, he said quietly. You don't want him to die. His eyes, always sharp, always merciless, now trembled as if they held betrayal. He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his wounded neck. "Look, Angie, I'm hurt, too," he murmured. Angies eyes widened with fear. "Let me go," she whispered, choking on panic. But the man continued, pressing her hand harder against his skin. Look, he hurt me. I'm in pain, too. Yet you're still

afraid of me. The emperor, feared by everyone, stood there, desperate for his wife's attention, his voice breaking. He pulled her by the waist, holding her close. Tell me, Angie. His voice trembled. Am I That scary? Angie's whole body shook. She couldn't answer. Her gaze drifted toward Eden, lying motionless on the floor, his chest barely moving. He was still alive, but without treatment, he might die. After coming all this way, are they both going to die like this? Angies mind spun until she spotted Saraphina standing behind a pillar. Yes, Saraphina, the Saints, perhaps even the true

sword of Tunia. In the original story, she alone was granted divine Power. Angie regretted everything. Her foolishness, her hesitation, instead of running away when she had the chance. She had done something stupid. Now there was only one thing left. She looked up at the man before her, tears streaming. "Congratulations," she whispered. "You won." Her voice was empty, drained of all strength. Please kill me. Ranella stared at her, then slowly stood up and walked to wear his sword on the floor. As he bent to pick it up, Angie shut her Eyes tightly. So, this was it.

Just like the original story, her final day killed by Ranelo. But the pain never came. Instead, the man lifted her into his arms. Her injured leg throbbed sharply, and she kept asking where he was taking her what he was doing. But Ranella never answered. Her thoughts spiraled. Will he imprison me? Will he watch me die slowly, the same way he did to Saraphina in the original novel? As he passed the pillar where Saraphina hid, Angie hoped, Desperately, stupidly that the Saints might strike him down. But Saraphina did nothing. Instead, she ran to Eden, collapsing onto

the floor beside him. She shook him, calling his name again and again, tears dropping onto his limp form. "You You could have just left him alive," she cried, voice trembling as she cradled Eden's head. Angie, hearing Saraphina's words, froze. What does that mean? It sounded as if Saraphina had known this would happen, as if she had Known Eden would be attacked from the very beginning. Desperate to know the truth, Angie begged him to stop. "Please, at least let me hear what she has to say," she pleaded. "But the man did not listen. He had no

intention of staying there any longer. Yet Angies mind was filled with questions. From the day she met Saraphina to the moment she asked her to kill Ranello, Saraphina had acted as if she knew nothing. And yet, just now, her Words sounded as though she remembered everything from the original novel. She said she was sorry. She believed everything I said because it came from me. That meant Saraphina was apologizing for lying to her as well. If that was true, then what exactly was Saraphina hiding? Ranelo carried Angie back to the temple. The Archbishop and priests were

already waiting, but not for them. Where is Saraphina? The Archbishop demanded. Ranelo ignored the question entirely. The empress is injured, he said coldly. Prepare a room for her. We will, but first please tell us where the Saints is, they pressed again. Ranellas patience snapped. If I have to repeat myself a third time, he said dangerously, shouldn't I kill you all? Get me a room now. No one dared disobey. They hurriedly led him away. Ranella slammed the door shut and laid Angie gently on the bed. From the corner of her eye, Angie noticed a priest Lingering

at the doorway, clearly waiting for news of their saintess. She's at the old sanctuary, Angie said weekly. Saraphina and Eden are both there. But Eden may die if he doesn't receive help soon. His condition is critical. And the Saints, the priest asked immediately. Angie sighed. Of course, Eden did not matter to them. She's safe, Angie replied. The priest's face instantly brightened. Without another word, he rushed out to inform The others. Angie flinched when she heard Renella's voice beside her. "Are you worried about that man?" he asked, leaning closer. "Is he really that important to you?"

She didn't answer. Ranella straightened and reached out and grabbed her. "Injured foot." "Don't worry," he said calmly. "I didn't kill him, though I wanted to." Angie's breath caught. I didn't do it, he continued. Because that kind of thing scares you. Doesn't it? Her eyes Widened. I held myself back because I care about you so much. His hand tightened around the arrow lodged in her foot. Let go, she cried. But he pulled it out. Angie screamed in pain. I care for you, he said quietly. Yet all you think about is running away. Tears streamed down her

face. Please just kill me, she begged, trembling. If you're going to do it someday, then do it now. Ranella fell silent. After a moment, he leaned closer, brushing her hair behind Her ear. Why did you run away from me? He asked softly. "Because you were afraid. That's what someone told me." He leaned close to her ear. "But Angie, you will always be afraid of me. There will never be a day when you aren't. My origin, this blessing of mine, it will always terrify you." His hand returned to her injured foot. "So tell me," he murmured,

squeezing it slightly. "What must I do to make sure you don't run away?" Angie flinched, fear overwhelming Her. Then the man lifted her foot and pressed it gently to his lips. But I'm sorry, Angie, he whispered. Even if you wish for me to kill you, I don't want to. I just want to keep you by my side. But his words never reached her. Overcome by fear, Angie lost consciousness. Reinella caught her collapsing body and held her tightly, staring down at her pale face. Even though he said he didn't wish to kill her, she was so

afraid that she had Fainted. One thing was clear, Angie was afraid of him, and perhaps always would be. If she kept running away, he would have to stop her somehow. But he couldn't break her legs because she was his beloved empress. He sighed, gently kissing the sleeping woman's eyes. "Do you hate me that much?" he murmured. "What must I do now? Tell me, Angie." After a while, Ranelo stepped out of the room. Angie's wound needed to be treated immediately. Before they left this Place, he spotted the Archbishop. Ranella knew the man was the only one

who could heal her quickly. He stroed forward and placed a heavy hand on the archbishop's shoulder. "Heal my wife," he commanded. "Make sure she recovers." The Archbishop, who had not been aware of the emperor's presence, flinched violently, his knees almost buckled. "As you wish, your majesty," he replied, his voice trembling. "Ranello saw it again, the same fear. He had been feared by Everyone since the day he ascended the throne. Yet, he had never truly felt what it meant to be the object of fear. He never needed to. Those beneath him existed only to be ruled,

broken, or used for amusement. He had thought that everything would be fine once he reunited with Angie, but it wasn't. And that realization enraged him. He had been born with the destiny to destroy and conquer everything. That was the privilege granted by the gods favor. The More ruthless he became, the more people worshiped him. Fear and devotion were one and the same. As his union with Acta deepened, so did his strength, his resilience, his power. It was proof of the intimate bond between God and agent. Ranella slowly raised his hand to his throat where Eden

had stabbed him. His fingers tightened. Everyone worshiped him. But Angie feared him. Anger surged violently inside his chest. Without hesitation, Ranelo slashed his own Throat. Blood spilled onto the floor. The blessing he had received now felt like a curse. Inside his mind, a furious voice roared. "You fool! I guided you to that woman, and now you dare deny God's blessing." The voice grew louder, sharper, crushing his thoughts. His head throbbed violently as Reanella bent backward and let out a roar. Suddenly, voices echoed from behind. Saint Tess, are you all right? A group entered the hall.

They had gone to retrieve Saraphina, and now they had returned with her. Among them was Eden, supported by two men. He coughed weakly, but still managed to raise his voice. "Ranello, Actillus," Eden called out. "I may have lost because you are an agent of God, and I was faded to fail as a human. Even so, I will continue to fight. No one but myself can limit my potential." "Ranela slowly turned to him." "What determination," he said coldly. "But I do not care for the determination of Someone like you," Eden laughed softly. The things you overlook,

he said, often posed the greatest threat. Those words struck deeper than intended. They insulted Rananiel's divine blessing and at the same time pierce something raw within him. As if Eden were mocking what had happened with Angelica, as if he were saying that while Ranella basked in his certainty, Angie had run away with him. The memory of the maid's words resurfaced. You only hear what you want To hear. Rage exploded inside him. Ranella lunged forward and grabbed Eden by the throat. I was too merciful, he snarled. I should have killed you back then. then I wouldn't

be forced to listen to your insulence now." His grip tightened. Eden struggled, his face paling as he gasped for breath. "And yet again," the maid's words echoed in Reanella's mind. "Kill him and your wife will fear you even more." With a sharp curse, Reanella released him. Eden Collapsed onto the floor, coughing violently. "Remember this," Reanella said, his voice trembling with restrained fury. "Those who challenge the authority of God will pay the price." He turned his back on them. His steps wavered as he walked away. Inside the room, Angie slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was

still blurry, but she could make out Saraphina sitting nearby. Before Angie could ask anything, Saraphina spoke first. "The Archbishop Treated your wound," she said quietly. "And I know you must have many questions for me," Angie clenched her teeth. "What are you hiding from me?" she asked sharply. Her lips trembled as she continued, anger breaking through her voice. "I thought I was shameless for asking for your help, but you were only pretending. Why?" Her eyes filled with tears. "Why didn't you finish him?" she demanded. What Angie had gone through at the old sanctuary had been pure

torture. "It was enough to erase every remaining trace of affection she had once held for Renelloo." Saraphina stayed silent for a long moment. Then she stood and walked to a drawer, taking out a small box. "There's something I need to show you," she said. She opened the box and took out a book, placing it into Angies hands. Confused, Angie opened it and flipped through the pages. I tried to throw it away, Saraphina said softly, but it kept appearing again and again. I Tried tearing it, burning it, but it was like a curse. As Angie stared

at the book, she realized it wasn't ordinary. It was connected to sorcery. Instinctively, she understood this was the book Eden had been searching for, and it had been here all along in the Saint Tessa's room. So, this is why, Angie said slowly. This is why you didn't kill Ranella? Saraphina nodded. And for that, she said, I need to explain a few things. She took a breath And began. This world was born from the breath of providence. And the gods were born from Providence's dreams. Angie listened silently. The gods cannot directly exert their power in this

world. Only their agents, those who follow their will, can shape the world according to each god's doctrine. She paused. Everything that has happened to us began with the war of the gods. There was once a god who threatened the order of the world. Acta, the god of Slaughter. Endless wars followed. Bloodshed without end. It seemed Actella would not stop until the world was reduced to ruin. So, the gods decided to kill Actella. Angies breath caught. One god stepped forward and made a sacrifice. Saraphina continued. In return, Providence granted a weapon capable of killing Actilla. But

a price had to be paid. She looked down. A god exists because of faith. A god cannot be killed physically. But when all faith in That god disappears, the god loses all power. In other words, a god dies when its believers vanish. Angie slowly understood. The source of faith in Actilla, Saraphina said, was his agent alone. His endless victories, his overwhelming power. Those were proof of Actilla's blessing. If the agent were defeated, all faith in Actilla would collapse. But there was a problem. There was no way to kill Actila's agent, Saraphina said quietly. He was

too Strong. She hesitated, then continued. That is why one god approached Providence and requested a weapon, accepting the price without knowing what it would be. Angie swallowed. Then what was the weapon? She asked anxiously. Saraphina let out a slow breath. As you've already guessed, she said, the Saints of Tunia was the weapon. Angie's heart clenched. Tunia, the god of mercy, was the one who stepped forward when the others were too afraid to pay the price. A god who left barren land to its own followers and gave fertile land to others. The god of Tunia asked

Providence for the power to kill Actilla's agent. Angie finally asked the question she had been dreading. Then what price did Tunia have to pay? Saraphina lowered her gaze, her face pale. The misery of the human he cherished most, she answered. In short, the god of Tunia accepted the suffering of his saint hess as the price. Everything Saraphina had endured. Every pain, every tragedy, all of it was the result of the contract between Tunia and Providence. But there was a catch, Saraphina said quietly. Providence never reveals the price until the contract is complete. And the god

of Tunia was no exception. Angie's anger finally boiled over. But shouldn't Providence be the one to clean up this mess? She demanded. Act was running rampant, destroying everything. Why would Providence just Allow that instead of stopping it? Saraphina answered calmly, almost tired. Providence does not see Actilla as a problem. To Providence, the endless wars of the world were simply part of a greater design, a wheel. Angie scoffed bitterly. That's ridiculous, but that is precisely why I had to perform the duty given to me. Saraphina continued quietly, even though I never wanted to. Then she looked

up at Angie. Angelica, the book you showed me. How far did it Go? Angie swallowed. Until you slit the emperor's throat and walked away, she answered honestly. Then she hesitated. Does that mean you went through all of that before? Saraphina nodded slowly, sadness settling deep in her eyes. To the gods, it may have been a fleeting moment, she said. But for me, it was unbearable, endless suffering. She had endured everything without knowing why. Tunia never explained the reason behind her pain. Saraphina begged Him again and again, asking for peace as resentment grew inside her. But

once Eden died, she could no longer hold on. By the time she realized the cause of her suffering, it was already long dead. She fulfilled the role given to her without ever knowing the truth. And when it was over, she was hollow. Her mind and body shattered. When she returned to the temple, people offered comfort and pity. Even though none of them had come to save her, even the news of Actalus' Collapse brought her no joy. She felt nothing. She only wanted to be alone. So, she went to the abandoned ancient sanctuary and began reading

books, not to learn, but to let the words pass through her like water. That was when she found the book, the same book she had shown Angie. It contained a spell to turn back time. She didn't know why it appeared or whether it was someone's trick, but in the end, she chose to perform the spell, and she succeeded. That was when she was able to speak directly with Providence. I want to go back, she told it before everything terrible began. Providence responded as it always did. There is a price. You will not know it in

advance. Do you still wish to proceed despite the consequences? The man she loved had died protecting a woman he had never loved. If she could turn back time, she could end this misery. Desperate, she answered, "Yes, I will pay the price." Providence granted her wish, but the god of Tunia immediately scolded her. He was deeply disappointed, angry that she had made a deal with Providence despite knowing there would be consequences. That was when Saraphina realized the truth. He was the one who had made the first deal. Resentment consumed her. She screamed that she would no

longer worship him. She refused to act as the Saints any longer. And that was how Saraphina lost her role as the Saints of Tunia. I know it's a long story, she said softly. But what I wanted you to understand is this. I am no longer the saintest of Tunia. That is why my encounter with the emperor had no meaning and why I no longer have the power to kill him. Angie's jaw dropped. She never expected the truth to be like this. After gathering herself, she asked the question that mattered most. Then, what was the price

you paid to Providence? Saraphina looked straight at Her. The destruction of the soul I loved. She paused. That is how I knew Eden was no longer the same person as before. And that led to consequences I never expected. Her voice lowered. A new Saint oftunia was needed. Angies eyes widened. Somehow what Saraphina said made sense. In return for Saraphina going back in time, Eden's soul had been destroyed. And that was why Chasu Yan had taken over his body. But then what about her? Why had she taken over the Empress's body? Are you saying? Angie asked

slowly, her voice trembling. That I am the Saints of Tunia. Saraphina nodded slowly. Angie shook her head flustered. But how can that be? The original empress was never a follower of Tunia, and neither am I. What you're saying doesn't make sense. Saraphina looked at her quietly. Think about it, Angelica. The voice you've been hearing ever since you entered Tunia's territory. And think about where you Were standing when you realized that I am not the Saints of Tunia. She lowered her gaze. I'm sorry, Angelica, but it's you. Tunia chose you. Only Tunia knows why, but the

only one who can kill the agent of Actilla is you. Angie fell silent. Nothing had gone the way she expected anyway. If everything else had overturned, then why not this too? But Saraphina continued, her voice firm. Angelica, you've been at the center of everything. Everything has been affected By you, especially the emperor's emotions. And your duty to kill the agent of Actilla has a different origin than mine. Angie clenched her fists. But I'm not generous. I'm not brave. I'm not strong. If anything, I'm just a coward. I freeze whenever I'm in front of him. So,

how am I supposed to do that, Saraphina? Saraphina didn't answer. Her silence only made Angie more restless. Then Angie suddenly remembered, "Eden, how is he? He was badly injured. What Happened to him? Saraphina turned to her. He lost consciousness, but thankfully he's out of danger. His body may not be the same as before, but he's strong. His mind especially. Before she could finish, the door burst open. Get out. Real strode into the room. Angie stiffened. Seeing Saraphina hesitate, she spoke quickly. Saraphina, go. I'll be fine. Trembling, Saraphina apologized and left the room. Now only the

two of them remained. Ranelo stepped closer. Angie, he asked quietly. Do you have anything to say to me? I Angie swallowed. I'm sorry. He sat beside her. I don't want your apology. Just tell me. Did you really run away from me because you were afraid of me? He leaned in and pulled her into his arms. Angie flinched at the sudden closeness. "That woman said many things," he continued, his voice low. "Were they all true?" Angie stared at him, confused by the desperation in his eyes. "Tell me," he Insisted. "All the times you said you loved

me, were they lies?" She looked at his face. "Did she love him?" She didn't know. Slowly, she raised her hand and brushed through his hair. Rano pressed into her palm like a man seeking comfort. Then Angie pulled her hand back. Even if he looked at her like this, she couldn't be fooled anymore. She had run away because she couldn't trust him. His kindness could disappear at any moment. He was too unpredictable. That was why she feared him. She had loved him sincerely only to survive, to escape. But now she no longer needed to pretend. Her

gaze dropped to the glass of water beside the bed. She grabbed it. It shattered in her hand. Before Renella could react, Angie lunged at him with the jagged shard. He was faster. He caught her wrists instantly, slamming her down as she struggled. Blood splattered across his face as the glass cut into her skin. Angie, he said Sharply. You'll get hurt like this. She didn't let go. Tears streamed down her face as she fought him with everything she had. Ranella sighed. What should I do, Angie? He murmured almost to himself. At first, I thought I'd comfort

you when I found you. Then I got angry. And now I don't know what to do anymore. He loosened her grip. The glass shard fell beside his head. One thing is certain, he said quietly. Neither of us is going to die. He wrapped his arms Around her, pulling her close as her balance gave way and she fell against his chest. I don't want to kill you, he continued. And I won't let you kill me either. Then he looked down at her, eyes dark and unwavering. I'll give you two choices. He tightened his hold just slightly.

One, return to the palace with me. or two, let me sentence everyone who hid my empress from me to death and then returned to the palace with me after that. Either way, he was going to take His empress back. A month later, word spread that the emperor, who had been away for some time, had returned with his empress. Those who knew nothing of what had happened were shocked that the empress, who had once run away, had come back in one piece. Naturally, they assumed that the emperor would soon humiliate her in public for his own

entertainment. In Actalus, weakness was a sin, so such assumptions came easily. Moreover, the maids who had helped the Empress were imprisoned in the palace cells, which only reinforced those rumors. But the people inside the mansion, Duchess Nurma, Countess Felain, and a few others from the palace, knew the truth. They had observed the Emperor and Empress from close quarters. They knew what Angelica Enro meant to their emperor, and they knew she was an exception. With both of the Empress's maids arrested, Duchess Nurma became the key figure within the Empress's palace. That circumstance brought her into an

unexpected alliance with Countess Fellon a few days before Angies return. By nature, the two women were opponents, but the events that had unfolded forced them to work together. They lingered in long discussions that stretched late into the night. By the time the emperor and Empress returned a few days later, those discussions had led them to two conclusions. First, under no circumstances were they to oppose the Empress or displease her. The fact that the emperor had brought her back unharmed was proof enough that he cared for her deeply. Second, no matter how fond the emperor was

of her, Angelica Enro was not fit to be the empress, it was not merely a matter of her abilities. She had shifted the emperor's focus away from war. He was regarded as the most blessed agent of Acta in centuries. Still in his prime, naturally, he should have been basking In glory, conquering the world, and spreading the doctrine of Actilla. To a man like him, Angelica Enro was an obstacle. And so to ensure the glorious future of Actalus and preserve the empires blessing, they reached their final conclusion. After those long nights of discussion, the current empress

would have to be removed. I and Countess Felon will remain nearby, so please call for us if you need anything. Duchess Nurma said before leaving the Empress's chambers. Once outside, Countest Felon let out a quiet sigh. They had expected Angie to be vulnerable, yet instead she seemed almost too composed. In the end, Angie returned to the palace, still struggling to accept the fact that she might be the saintess. There was nothing to prove it. While she had been in Tunia, she had continued trying to kill Renelloo, but every attempt failed. And with each failure, the

small confidence she once Had slowly crumbled. She began to doubt Saraphina's words. If she truly was the Saints, why did she keep failing? That was also when the strange voice that had once whispered in her head disappeared. She realized she had changed, too. Every time she tried to kill Renelo, his reaction was always the same. How unfortunate, he would say, thwarting her effortlessly. His expression indifferent. But she could see it now. That indifference was a shield. Her Actions were hurting him. That realization surprised her. And disturbingly, it thrilled her. Before, he had always made her

anxious, always looming above her. Now, she was the one who could hurt him. At some point, she realized she wasn't even serious about killing him anymore. She only wanted to see him wounded, perhaps as compensation for the times she had graveled at his feet. Even so, her fear never truly disappeared. No matter how bravely she Lunged at him, anxiety [clears throat] clung to her. She feared that one day his patience would finally run out and he would kill her without hesitation. After all her failed attempts, hope drained away. Lying on her bed, she wondered how

Sissan and Sylvia were doing. Before returning, she had asked Reano about them. They were arrested, he had said. Did you kill them? She had asked lifelessly. No, I didn't kill them. They were imprisoned for hiding The empress. Her face had brightened just a little. She was relieved they were alive. Reinella was not a man who spared those who went against him. Still, she worried about how harsh their imprisonment might be. If she asked him to release them, would he agree? Then there was Eden. He had appeared on the day she left Tuna. Their eyes met

for only a fleeting moment before she turned away, afraid Renella might notice. In the end, she had no choice but to leave Eden behind. Sisanne, Sylvia, Eden, they were all gone. She was alone, lost, and thought. She didn't notice the door open until Ranelo stepped inside. She sat up anxiously. "Why are you here?" she asked. He looked at her calmly. "Am I someone who shouldn't be here?" She clenched her teeth. "From now on, please inform me before you come in." "Why should I?" Reinelloo asked, his grip tightening. "Are you rejecting me?" She looked away. "I

think this is only Right. It's strange, but I've wanted to say this for a long time." He cut her off. Are you not going to try to kill me today? She stiffened. Or have you finally begun to resent me less for what I did to the person you treasured? He asked, watching her closely. Angie frowned. What was he talking about? Did he mean Eden? Had he misunderstood her reason for running away? Did he believe she had fled with Eden because she loved him? You think it's easy to manipulate Me, don't you? Ranelo asked coldly. But

Angies mind was racing elsewhere. In the original story, the Saints loved Eden. Jealousy was what drove Ranelo mad. And if she was the saintest now, did that mean Eden would become the reason for Reanella's madness this time as well? I used to think you were easy to understand," Ranella said as he stroed closer. "But now I'm not sure I know anything anymore." He stopped in front of her. "You've become Complicated, and none of this is fun anymore, Angie." He sighed, covering his eyes with his palm. Then the voices inside his head grew louder, pressing, relentless.

He gasped, breath turning ragged. "Leave me alone," he muttered. But the voices didn't stop. They urged him to kill her. Before he realized it, his hand closed around her neck. "Let's end this once and for all," the voice whispered. Angie struggled to break free, tears Spilling down her face. "I'm scared," she cried, her voice trembling. That was when Ranelo came back to himself. He saw what he was doing and released her instantly. Angie staggered back, coughing hard. Ranelo stared at his hand in disbelief, unable to understand how it had moved on its own. It felt

as if his body had been chained, controlled by that voice. "Kill her. You must kill her," it demanded. "If you don't, this woman will bring your demise." "Why are You denying my order?" "No, I can't," Ranella whispered over and over, begging it to stop. The voice kept ringing until at last he forced it down, breaking those invisible chains. His strength gave out and he collapsed onto the floor. Angies eyes widened. "Your Highness," she called out. She couldn't understand what was happening. Rananiel was always the one who overwhelmed others with absolute power. Yet now he lay

there helpless. A thought crossed Her mind. Is this divine punishment? And if it was, why would Actilla punish him? Reela was supposed to be Actilla's beloved agent. The door burst open. Duchess Nurma rushed in, panic on her face. "Oh my goodness, what happened to his majesty?" She cried when she saw Renella on the floor. Angie flinched. She couldn't let anyone see him like this. "Go back to your duties." "He's fine," she ordered sharply. But it was clear Duchess Nurma wouldn't leave so Easily. Angie stepped forward, intent on forcing her out. "Didn't you hear my order?"

the Duchess bowed. "I may be mistaken, your majesty," she said carefully, leaning in. "But I have an urgent message for the emperor. I will deliver it quickly and then leave." Angies face hardened. "Don't you dare defy my order." Inside, panic churned. "If Duchess Nurma realized Ranella wasn't even breathing properly, Angie would become the prime suspect." Then Ranella blinked and sat up. Your Majesty, are you all right? Duchess Nurma asked at once. Reanella looked at her blankly. Who are you? I am Duchess Nurma, she answered. What are you doing here? He asked. She said she had

an urgent message for you. Angie said from behind him. Duchess Nurma bowed anxiously. My apologies, your majesty. It is not urgent after all. I will take my leave. She hurried out of the room. Ranella looked around confused. Why was He on the floor? Then his gaze landed on Angie, who was staring at him anxiously. Why was she looking at him like that? Was it fear or concern? And if it was concern, for whom was it meant? He stood unsteady, and approached her. She was weak, easily frightened. He needed to reassure her so she wouldn't think

of running away again. He reached out and grabbed her hand. She shivered. The memory of his hand around her throat flashed through her mind. She pulled Free and ran, dashing out of the room. Ranelo remained standing there, his hand suspended in the air. In that moment, he understood one thing clearly. Whatever relationship he and Angie had, it was shattered beyond recognition. Or perhaps it had been broken from the very beginning. A few days later, at Count Felain's manner, the count returned home in a foul mood. Countess Felon knew exactly why. He had grown increasingly dissatisfied

with the changes in the Emperor. Several small rebellions had erupted near the southern border, and in the past, the emperor would have gone there himself, crushing the insurrections without hesitation. Yet lately, the emperor remained in the palace, taking no action at all. Actalus was a theocratic nation. When the authority of the emperor, the very core of its theocracy, grew weaker, so too did the authority of the god of Acta. "It's the empress's fault that the Emperor isn't his usual self," Countest Felon said calmly. The count side in irritation. "No wonder the empress returned to the

palace without any punishment," he muttered. "She's meddling with the emperor's mind. He won't leave the palace because he fears she might run away again, and he can'tt take her with him because she's weak." Seeing her husband's worry, the countest stood and approached him. Dear, you and I both worship the god of Actilla. If our god is in danger, how can we simply sit back and watch this happen? The count's brows furrowed. Are you suggesting we get rid of that woman? He asked. Yes. Countess Felon replied without hesitation. And I'm already working on something. You know

Viccount Gumpier, don't you? His daughter works with me at the empress's palace, and they can procure poison. The count's eyes widened. It's not an ordinary poison, the countest continued. No Matter how high the dose, it leaves no trace in the body. The count fell silent. They both knew it. Whether they liked it or not, they had no choice but to act. In the empress's palace, Countess Fain presented a carefully prepared dish. "We prepared this healthy meal for you," she said gently. "You haven't been feeling well." Angie looked at the food. "Lately, her body had felt

strangely heavy. She felt unwell all the time. She had even asked the physician If she might be pregnant, but that was not the case. The dish looked appetizing, yet it repulsed her. With a trembling hand, she took a bite and immediately felt nauseous. She didn't understand what was wrong. Was it stress or was it because she no longer had anyone truly on her side. There were always people around her. Duchess Nurma, Countess Fain. But for some reason, she always felt uneasy in their presence. It was unsettling. She put the spoon down And stood up. Something

wasn't right. She could feel it. "Are you done?" they asked quickly. "Shall we bring something else?" "No, it's fine. I'm done eating," Angie replied. As she stepped forward, her body swayed slightly. "Your Majesty, are you all right?" Duchess Nurma asked. At least have some dried fruit. You like that, don't you? Angie looked at her. For some reason, the insistence bothered her. It felt as though they were trying to make her eat. Without another word, She walked out. The two women followed at once. "Your Majesty, where are you going?" "To see the emperor," Angie answered, walking

straight ahead. "But his majesty is in a meeting. I don't care. I'll wait until he's done," Angie said irritably. She couldn't take it anymore. She felt suffocated. She needed to ask Ranelo to release Sisanne and Sylvia. It was the only way to ease this unbearable unease. It felt as though she was constantly being Watched. Hostility hidden behind polite smiles. Before she lost her mind, she needed at least one person she could trust by her side. And she was so desperate that she was willing to go to Renelo herself. He hadn't visited her since that incident.

She slammed the door open. She knew freeing the maids wouldn't be easy. She might have to offer him something in return. But what could she offer? Would it be enough to say she loved him? like before. The Thought made her scoff bitterly, as if that would work now. She forced herself to calm down. Soon, the officials exited the meeting room. "Your Majesty," they asked in surprise. "I'm here to see the emperor," Angie said, peeking inside. Reinella sat there lazily, looking utterly uninterested in everything around him. His eyes slowly drifted toward her and widened. Angie bit

her lip. "Your Majesty, it's been a while. I hope I'm not intruding," she said as she Approached. He stood up at once, his smile brightening. Angie, I didn't expect you to come. He grabbed her hand. Are you here to see me? Like a desperate lover, he pulled her closer. Let's sit and talk. Or perhaps we should take a walk in the garden. Wait, Angie said. I came to ask a favor. Ranelo paused and turned to her. A favor? What is it? I want you to release Susan and Sylvia, she said. And if I do, he

asked slowly. Will you run away again? No. Angie Replied quickly. You can assign even more guards, too. Watch me. just please. She looked at him anxiously. Of course, he hesitated. He feared she might flee again. She had to make him believe her. She tightened her grip on his sleeve. Your majesty. Her words broke off as her body suddenly lost strength. The world tilted and she collapsed into his arms. "Angie." Ranella called her name again and again, but she couldn't hear him anymore. She had already lost Consciousness. Angie felt as though she was falling. "Am I

dead?" The thought surfaced quietly without panic. The feeling was gentle, warm, almost comforting, leaving her complicated life behind and staying like this forever. She didn't think she would mind. Wake up. The voice pulled her back. Her eyes flew open and she sat up. The voice was familiar. Before her stood a figure whose presence alone was overwhelming, Humble [clears throat] yet absolute. Without him saying another word, she knew who he was. Tuna, the god of mercy. It was their first meeting. Am I dead? She asked cautiously. No, Tunia replied calmly. Why would you think that when

you were so opposed to dying? Or did death taste sweeter than you expected? Angie stood up angrily. How can you say that when you know how much I suffered? I understand, Tunia said. He didn't argue. He simply accepted it. Is this The world of gods? Angie asked. And why am I here? Yes, Tunia replied. This is the world of gods. Your maids poisoned you, and when your soul escaped your physical body, I brought you here. Angies mouth fell open. She knew they hated her, but poisoning her. Seeing her expression, Tunia continued, "They believed you were

the reason Actella's power weakened. They thought everything would return to order once you were gone." Angie clenched her Hands. "But there was something more important she needed to ask." "Am I the saint test of Tunia?" she asked. "Yes," Tunia answered. "Then why did I fail?" Angie demanded. "I tried to kill Reanella so many times. If I'm the Saintest, shouldn't I have succeeded?" "To kill a god," Tunia replied. "One must wield a sword." Angie frowned. "Is Eden the sword?" You said the sword's plan would fail and his plan did fail. Yes, Tuna said he is the

sword. But the Right to kill the agent of Actill was never granted to the sword. It was granted to my Saint Tess. Angie's head throbbed. What does that even mean? Please just explain it in a way I can understand. The sword, Tunia said gently. Is not a weapon. It is an offering. Its purpose is to awaken the Saintests. Awaken me? Angie asked slowly. How? In the past, Tunia explained. A saintest desired revenge as her medium to kill the agent of Actilla. The sword became the spark that ignited her will. To kill the agent of Actilla,

the Saint Tess must possess an unshakable will. Angie pressed a hand to her forehead. "Then you chose the wrong person." "I don't have that kind of strength." "That is not true," Tunia said. "Actilla is more unstable now than ever. Your very existence threatens him. That is why Actilla tried to kill you before your will could awaken." Angie froze. "Didn't you see it?" Tunia Continued. The day Acta pushed Reneo to kill you and he refused. That was the moment conflict began between Actill and his agent. Reneella Actalus had never rebelled before. Angie listened in silence. He

was born cruel, proud, arrogant, Tunia said. Those traits are why Actilla favored him. So what do you think it means for him to defy Actilla? Punishment, Angie whispered. Yes, Tunia replied. Acta must punish his agent. That punishment will erode their bond And that erosion will lead to its collapse. Do you understand now the importance of your existence? Angie slowly nodded as the truth settled in. When Saraphina was the saintest, Tunia continued, I had to intervene. I tempted Ranelo and made him fall for her at first sight. This time that was unnecessary. Angie flinched. Reanella fell

for you without my intervention. If you tell me that, Angie whispered. How am I supposed to kill him? Why would you Tell me he cares for me? I understand. Tuna said calmly. You are kind to those who show you affection. But that affection is precisely why you must kill him. With a wave of his hand, a portal opened. Let me show you. Angie's gaze was drawn to it. Inside, she saw Ranello sitting alone. His overwhelming aura was gone. He looked frightened, vulnerable, like a lost child. Do you see? Tunia asked. What is this? Angie whispered.

Ranella can only escape this fate Through death, Tunia said. Otherwise, he will remain Actila's puppet forever. By killing him, you grant him mercy. Freedom. Angie's breath trembled. Mercy. Tuna repeated softly. That is the salvation only you can give him. Angie's fear of Reanella and whatever affection she still felt for him had become the very reason she was meant to kill him. If Ranella was Actila's puppet, then she too was a puppet this time of Tunia. And it was all because of Tunia. He was not The only god who could have borne this burden. Yet he

chose to sacrifice. He always gave good things to those who did not follow him while leaving the worst fate to those he cared for most. That was why Tunia's Saint Tess Saraphina had to shoulder the crulest duty in the world. Because of Tunia's decision, innocent followers suffered. And Angie, who was not even his follower, suffered as well. Anger rose in her chest. "Do you really care about me?" Angie asked, Her voice shaking. "I do," Tunia replied calmly. Tears streamed down Angie's face. "Then why?" she sobbed. "Why don't you give good things to those you care

about?" "How can you be so cruel? If you wanted to sacrifice someone, then you should have done it yourself." "I am sorry, my child," Tunia said softly, his voice filled with regret. Angie wiped her tears then suddenly looked up as if grasping at something. You said the bond between Actilla and his agent is Weakening right? She asked. Then is there any other way to sever it completely? Tuna shook his head. I am sorry. The bond passed down through blood is too strong and Ranella was born with a disposition perfectly suited to becoming Actella's agent. No

matter who stood against him, Ranella never let anything hold him back. By nature, he was the master of slaughter. Angie clenched her fists. What if I refuse? She asked quietly. What if I choose not To perform my duty as the Saints? Tuna looked at her gravely. Then a great war will begin. If not now, then in the near future. Act will not stop. Once the world falls under his control, he will begin another slaughter, forcing even his own followers to fight each other until nothing remains. Angie swallowed hard. And if I still refuse, she asked,

will you punish me the way Actella does? Tunia gently placed a hand on her shoulder. No, he said, "I will forgive You, and I am truly sorry for burdening you with this." But Angie's heart only grew heavier. She didn't understand what she felt for Reinelloo anymore. Fear, affection, guilt, love, and the question that tormented her the most remained unanswered. Must she really betray him? In the Fon manner, Countess Felain paced anxiously across the hall. Her unease grew with every step as the memory of that day replayed in her mind. She had carried out the plan

because the Empress Was an obstacle, one that held Actalus back. Yet on that day, she had witnessed the emperor's raw fury, more volatile, more violent, more terrifying than she had ever imagined. By the time she realized it, it was already too late. The emperor would not hesitate to execute every single attendant who had been complicit in the attempt to murder the empress. The countess had been so consumed with removing the empress that her judgment had clouded. Instead of Weakening the emperor, she had only made him far more dangerous. Now, she desperately needed a decoy, someone

to divert the emperor's rage. That was why she had sent her husband to the palace in such haste. If the emperor could identify and punish a leader behind this incident, then surely his fury would fade. At least that was Countest Fallon's plan. The day she had first told her husband about the poison, he had asked quietly. How were you able to Secure Viccount Gumpier's cooperation? That she had explained was thanks to the cunning fox known as Duchess Nurma. She had connections everywhere, and Viccount Gumpier himself was eager to see the empress removed, hoping to push

his own daughter forward as the next empress. So, Count Fain had asked then, "What would you like me to do?" A sly smile had curved Countess Fain's lips. She wanted him to spread rumors so that once the Empress was gone, Duchess Nurma Would be accused as the culprit. But the plan had not unfolded as intended. The Empress survived. Still, there was one saving grace. The Svenia poison left no trace in the body. Even the Imperial physicians were unable to determine the true cause of Angelica's condition, and that uncertainty only fueled Ranella's fury further. to protect

themselves from the emperor's wrath. Countess Felon trusted that her husband had done as instructed, guiding suspicion toward Duchess Nurma. "I'm back," Count Felain said as he entered the hall. His majesty said he would like to hear more about the matter tomorrow. Countess Felain straightened. This was the moment. The game was not over yet, but now every word had to be chosen carefully. Later, seated beside the emperor, they spoke in unison. "Thank you for inviting us to supper, your majesty. I heard that you suspect Duchess Nurma may have orchestrated the poisoning. Ranella Began calmly. I hope

you are telling the truth. As the dishes were served, Countest Felon immediately began the story she had carefully prepared. "Of course, your majesty," she said softly. "I may have been oblivious to her schemes, but I admit I bear partial responsibility. I should have taken better care of her majesty." Count Felon nudged her discreetly, signaling her not to get ahead of herself, but the emperor merely smiled. I will hear everything You have to say later, Ranella replied lightly. You must be hungry after such a long journey. Let us enjoy the meal first. Only then did Countest

Fain's eyes fall upon the dish placed before her. It was the same dish she had served the empress days ago. Her stomach lurched. A wave of nausea surged through her, and she instinctively covered her mouth. Ranella noticed at once. "What is it?" he asked pleasantly. "Don't you like the food?" "It's the same dish ate A few days ago. Is there a problem?" A mad glint flickered in his eyes. "He was right. This was the dish she had poisoned. But that wasn't the only issue. The food had gone bad. The sour, rancid smell made her throat

tighten." "Your majesty," she said hastily. "I had nothing to do with what happened to the empress," Renella smiled. "Oh, I know that," he said gently. "And I believe you." "So eat." His words were calm, but his gaze was not. Both husband and wife Stiffened as he leaned closer. "I've also heard people say I've been acting different lately," he continued softly. Isn't this what you wanted? Though he was smiling, the warmth was gone. Go on, he urged. Every ingredient is of the finest quality. Your highness, Countess Fellow began, her hand trembling around the spoon. The emperor's

smile vanished. "What is it?" he asked coolly. "Is something wrong with it?" "No, nothing," she replied quickly, flustered. She Dipped the spoon into the bowl and braced herself. "It would be fine." The poison she had used required prolonged consumption, accumulating over time. That was why the empress hadn't died immediately. Angie hadn't eaten enough. The food was revolting, but it wouldn't kill her. She swallowed and forced a smile. "It's delicious, your majesty." "I'm glad to hear that," Ranella replied, playing along. As he questioned her about the ties between Duchess Nurma And House Gumpier, she barely registered

her own answers. The foul taste lingered, and dish after dish was brought forth, each making it harder to continue. Then came the main course, roast ve the sight alone made her gag. Still, she told herself this dish hadn't been poisoned. If she finished it, everything could continue as planned. She took one bite. The next moment, she vomited violently. Food mixed with blood spilling onto the table. Her vision Blurred. Ranelo stood abruptly, lifting a jug, and forcing water between her lips. "Your Majesty," Count Felen cried, rising from his seat. "Too late." Ranelo grabbed him by the

hair, slammed his face onto the table, and dragged a knife close just shy of his eyes. "Choose," the emperor said quietly. "One, your wife will die. She has no chance of survival. Take this knife and skin her from head to toe. He leaned closer, his voice dropping. Or two. If you dislike The first option, you may finish all the food she left on her plate. Ranelo smiled faintly. So, he asked softly. What will you choose? I'm curious. The body lay in the middle of the hall, its skin completely removed, draped in the empress's dress. The

empress is dead. The announcement echoed through the chamber. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Everyone knew the truth. It was not the empress. The face had been mutilated. beyond recognition, and the Clothes did not fit properly, as though they had been forced onto the corpse, but no one dared to say it out loud. Reanellas lips curved into a dangerous smile. "Let me ask you," he said calmly. "Who body is this?" In unison, everyone bowed. They knew the emperor did not want the truth. He wanted obedience. "As you say your majesty," they replied together, voices trembling. "That

is the corpse of her majesty, the empress." Ranella smiled, Satisfied. The very next day, the empress's funeral was held without delay. Many nobles attended, but their expressions were strangely relaxed. It was clear their calm did not come from grief for the young empress. While the empress was laid to rest, the emperor did not even wear black. He sat there detached, his expression bored, as though attending an obligation of no importance. The coffin was plain. There were no flowers, no adornments. The Ceremony was rushed, so rushed it bordered on absurdity. Anyone present could tell the funeral

was merely a cover for something else. Whispers spread among the crowd, carefully hushed. every noble fearful of being overheard. Then two unexpected figures appeared, Suzanne and Sylvia, the very women who had helped the empress escape, women the emperor had imprisoned for that crime. And yet, not only had he allowed them to attend the funeral, he Had freed them from their cells and permitted them to return to the empress's palace. All this, despite the fact that Angelica's quarters now stood empty. Sis moved through the palace in a days. When she saw the traces Angelica had left

behind, small, ordinary remnants of her presence, she finally broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. Suzanne knew Angelica was not dead. The emperor adored her far too much for this kind of funeral to be real. But the very Fact that a funeral had been held terrified her. It meant Angelica was in danger, and that fear hurt more than grief ever could. Sylvia, however, thought more practically. If the emperor had gone to such lengths to hide the empress, then where was she now? Did the empress still intend to run away from him? And what about the Holy Knight who

had fled with her that day? He was nowhere to be seen at the funeral. Was he imprisoned somewhere, or was he Already dead? Too many questions swirled in Sylvia's mind. Questions for which she could find no answers. The day after the funeral, an award ceremony was held. That day, Duchess Nurma was honored with a medal. After the empress collapsed, Duchess Nurma had acted quickly. She had realized almost immediately that House Fain would attempt to shift the blame on to her. So, she went straight to the emperor and told him everything. And yet something felt deeply

wrong. Why was This medal being given? Officially, the Empress was dead. As the housekeeper of the Empress's palace, Duchess Nurma had been responsible for all matters within it. No matter how generous one might be, anyone would naturally deem her responsible for neglecting her duties. And yet, here she stood, being rewarded. She had not stopped the poisoning. She had not protected the empress. Still, the crowd appeared genuinely celebratory. Laughter and applause Filled the hall, just as strangely hollow as the funeral had been. As for Duchess Nurma, though she smiled while receiving the medal, terror coiled tightly

in her chest. Before the ceremony, she had planned to submit a resignation letter, citing poor health as her reason for leaving the capital. It would have been safer to disappear quietly in return only once things had settled. But now, now she understood what this medal truly meant. Those Personally awarded a medal by the emperor could not leave the capital freely. House Nurma had been shackled in place. I look forward to your continued loyalty in the future, Raniello murmured as he leaned closer. The hair on Duchess Nurma's neck stood on end. It is an honor, your

majesty, she replied smoothly. Inside, Panic screamed. That night, Duke Nurma hired a trusted horsemen and wagon, one familiar enough to the region that the guards would grow Careless during inspection. They should have fled the moment the empress collapsed. But the emperor had summoned Duchess Nurma immediately, leaving no time to escape. After that, events unfolded too quickly. Now was their only chance. I'm uncomfortable. The child traveling with them complained irritably. Aren't we going to grandmother's house? And why can't I change? Why am I wearing servants clothes? Duchess Nurma shot him a sharp Glare. Son, listen carefully,

she said coldly. No matter how urgent your needs are, you will endure them without a word. If you speak again, we will leave you behind and go on alone. Do you understand? Her tone drained the color from the boy's face. He nodded instinctively, finally realizing they were not heading to grandmother's house. Soon they reached the checkpoint. The guards stood nearby, murmuring among themselves. Duchess Nurma quickly covered the child's mouth, her heart pounding. Then all sound outside the wagon vanished at once. "Shouldn't the inspection be over by now?" she wondered. Suddenly, the wagon door swung open.

"There you are," a guard said casually. "An inspection should be conducted thoroughly. Don't you agree?" As he spoke, one red eye gleaned sharply through the mask he wore. The Nurmma couple were dragged forward, bound and thrown before the Emperor's throne. You were so predictable, Raniello said lazily. How dull and how heartless of you to run away like that. You know how much I despise it, don't you? Duchess Nurma shifted uncomfortably and looked up. Your highness, Ranella cut her off. Enough. What's done is done. He descended the steps and knelt before her, his tone almost curious.

Now tell me, why did you try to flee? Your majesty, it's not like that. We weren't Running away. It's just He tilted his head and leaned closer, cupping his ear. What was that? Say it again. but he had no intention of listening. Duchess Nurma froze, confused by his gaze. Then Reanella straightened as if a thought had just occurred to him. "Oh, I was wondering," he said lightly. "After receiving such an honor, why would you run?" "Unless you were planning to betray Actalus, perhaps conspiring with another country." The color drained from Her face. "What? No, we

would never then explain it," Ranelo interrupted coolly. "Because I was told otherwise." Her voice shook. "Who told you that?" The doors opened. Bring her in, Ranelo ordered. A young woman was dragged forward by the soldiers. Elellanor Gonierre, the daughter of Vikount Gonierre. Ranella turned to her. Elellanor, tell me, what did your father say? Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed. Duchess Nurma stared, stunned. House Nurma, Eleanor choked out. They conspired with another country. They leaked confidential information about Actalus. Duchess Nurma's breath caught. They procured the poison, Elellanor continued, trembling. It was used to poison

the empress to throw Actalus into chaos. Ranella's grip tightened on Elanor's shoulder. And then, "My family handles poisons," she said through tears. "We were meant to take the blame, to cover It all. That was enough." Ranella glanced back at Duchess Nurma. "So, what do you think?" he asked calmly. Everything clicked at once. Vic Countier had betrayed them after all she had done for him. When it became clear his daughter would never be empress, he had pushed her into the palace. Duchess Nurma herself had stopped him from doing something so reckless. And now that's a lie.

Duchess Nurma shouted. Your majesty Viccount Gumpierre produced the poison Himself. I told you that before. Ranella looked back at her lazily. And I believed you without question. His smile thinned. So why shouldn't I believe Vic Countier as well? He turned away. It seems you're denying the accusations. Very well. Take them away. Soldiers seize the Duke and Duchess Nurma. Make sure they confess. Reinella said coldly. You'll regret this. Duchess Nurma screamed as she was dragged away. This is the only way to secure Actalus's Future. Why won't you see it, your majesty? Why? The door slammed shut,

cutting her off. Only Raniello and Elanor Gampier remained. She had recited every word her father forced her to memorize, every lie. Slowly, she raised her head. Then, your Majesty, will my family be spared now? Reel didn't even look at her. No, he turned away. Of course [clears throat] not. There was no reason to spare them. He would make sure every single one of them suffers the Most unimaginable pain possible. Later, Ranella walked alone through a place where no one else could enter. No servants, no guards, not a single soul in sight. His thoughts churned as

he moved forward. He had been wrong all along. He had believed that leaving Angie among familiar faces would keep her safe. He thought allowing her to continue her usual life would help her recover. It was all a mistake. Only now did he realize what those familiar People were capable of doing to her. He never should have left her in that palace. From the beginning, he should have kept her here where everything was under his control. Only now did it become clear to him here. No one could hurt her. Only he could enter this place. And

if that was so, then perhaps, perhaps he could finally give her what she wanted. Peace. She could rest here. She could be safe here. The thought that he could finally Grant her that peace filled him with a quiet satisfaction. On the day Angie collapsed, she had asked him for a favor. He had fulfilled it. Suzanne and Sylvia were freed just as she wished. And when she woke up, he had even decided to let her see them in his presence. Everything was perfect now. All that remained was for Angie to wake up. Angie felt as though

she had been dreaming endlessly. The image of Actila's overwhelming form and the voice Of Tunia lingered in her mind, so vivid, so heavy that it felt impossible to dismiss them as mere dreams. When she finally opened her eyes, a weight pressed down on her chest. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious. But she knew one thing clearly. What she saw was not just a dream. Her gaze wandered to the unfamiliar surroundings. Where is this? Then memory struck her. Poison. She clenched her teeth. She should have realized it sooner. The Headmaid's intentions. The unease

she had felt. How careless she had been. As she shifted, she felt a heavy warmth against her. Angie froze. Reanella's arm was wrapped around her, his body close, his breathing slow and steady. He was asleep. A jolt ran through her. What is he doing here? Has he been watching over me all this time? Slowly, hesitantly, she raised her hand and brushed her fingers through his hair. He looked so gentle like this. The thought startled Her. Just then, his eyes opened. He lifted his head slightly. Angie, you're awake, he murmured. She flinched. Tuna's words echoing in

her mind. St. Hess of Tunia. The one who must end Actilla. The one who must kill him. Ranella sat up immediately, checking her condition. Rest, he said softly. I'll bring you something to eat. But Angie only looked at him, her eyes troubled and conflicted. She knew it. This fragile calm could shatter at any moment. Because in the end, the emperor's very existence was a threat to her. Ranella noticed her gaze. His hand trembled slightly. He knew she was still afraid of him. Later, he sat beside Angies bed, offering her a spoon. "You need to eat

something," he advised softly. After a moment, Angie leaned forward and swallowed a few bites. When she finished, she asked quietly. "How long was I unconscious?" "10 days," Ranella replied. Her eyes widened, and she Nearly choked. "10 days?" She had thought that strange dream lasted only hours, not days. I spent that entire time thinking," Reinella continued, his voice low about what I should do. "If you never woke up," Angie looked at him uneasy. "I was poisoned, right?" "Yes, but everything is fine now," he said calmly. "You don't need to worry. You're safe." After a pause, she

asked hesitantly, "Your Majesty, did you kill the culprit?" Ranella flinched, then Leaned closer. "What if I did? Would that be bad?" "No," Angie answered faintly. "That's fine." He studied her face, then asked again almost anxiously. Did that scare you? I killed two, but one is still alive. Angie frowned, not understanding his unease. Should I kill the last one? He pressed. Tell me, do you want them dead? She felt nothing at the thought. No satisfaction, no pity. You can do whatever you want, she said quietly. It doesn't matter to me. Ranella hesitated, then added. Oh, Cissan

and Sylvia have been moved to your quarters. That's what you wanted, right? Angie's pale face brightened in disbelief. Really? Then almost immediately, she asked. "Then, your majesty, can I go back to my palace to see them? I have so much to tell them." Ranella listened in silence. After a moment, he said firmly. "You're not going back there." Angie blinked. "What? From now on, you'll stay here, Angie," He said. "If you need to go outside for any reason, I'll accompany you." "What do you mean?" she asked. "Angie, you are officially dead to the public," he said,

binding her with invisible shackles. Angie froze. What was he talking about? Rinella continued calmly. No one will look for you anymore. You don't have to appear in public as the Empress of Actalus again. I'm doing this to protect you. But to Angie, it felt like imprisonment in a golden cage. Vast and Lavish, yet a cage all the same. Do you remember what you asked of me? He asked softly. You asked for peace, Angie. Yes, she had once. So, I'll give it to you, he said. Nothing will threaten you here. No one will bother you. You

can enjoy the peace you longed for forever. But all Angie could see was a tiny bird trapped behind bars. The room was finally furnished. Yet it had only a small window. She didn't even know where this place was. She never saw anyone Here. The only person who could enter was a fickle man who listened to no reason. And this was the peace she was meant to enjoy. Living a life where she could receive only what he chose to give her. Ranella truly believed this was the only solution. So must I rely on him for the

rest of my life? No. This wasn't the peace she wanted. You said you punished everyone who tried to kill me. Angie said, trying to reason with him. Then isn't everything fine now? Ranelo shook His head. There's no guarantee no one else will try to hurt you. Her blood boiled. He was being completely delusional. Then what if you are the most dangerous person to me? She asked. The question stunned him. Why would I be dangerous to you? He asked slowly. Because there's someone inside your mind constantly giving you orders, Angie replied. A voice telling you to

kill me. Am I wrong? His brows furrowed in shock. How did you know? Angie looked away. I Just do. And if I'm to be safe, you must keep defying that voice, no matter what it costs you. She still remembered what she had witnessed that day. She had never imagined she would hear Ranello cry in desperation. It had been unbearably painful for him. And if it hurt that much once, there was no guarantee he could endure it every time. But Ranelo only said, "You don't have to worry about that. Here, you'll never be in danger." Angie

knew she had no power To fight him. Tuna had mentioned something about the ritual of the sword, but she didn't understand it yet. All she knew was that she was the Saints and Eden was the sword. And no matter how much Renella claimed to care for her, he always made things harder. "You'll listen to me, won't you, Angie?" he asked. And yet, her answer no longer seemed to matter. In the streets of Actalus, a child sat alone, crying in shabby clothes. He had been separated From his parents the night before, dragged away before his eyes

without any explanation. Whether by luck or misfortune, the inspection hadn't been strict. Because of that, the child, hiding behind luggage, had survived. But now he was alone. He didn't understand much. Only one thing was clear. The good days were over. Until yesterday, his greatest shield had been his noble title. Now it meant nothing. He was just a starving child in servants clothes. And in the streets of Actalus, a strange child standing alone in an alley was nothing but prey. This wasn't the Nurma estate. Outside the mansion, the world was cruel. Stones were thrown at him.

He cried out for help. Hey, get lost?" a man's voice rang out. The other children scattered at once, wary of him. "Are you okay?" the man asked, kneeling beside the child who was curled on the ground. "Where's your home? Your guardian?" The child didn't answer. He only cried Harder. The man sighed softly and placed a hand on his shoulder. "All right, let's get you something to eat first." The child hesitated, then nodded and followed him. They arrived at an old house. "Come on inside," the man said. The child peeked in. The house looked old and

worn. Several men were sitting around a table, perhaps family. Who's the kid? One of them asked. The man laughed awkwardly. I didn't plan to get involved, but he was lost. Let's just Feed him and send him on his way. A cold voice cut in from the stairs. Do you think this is some kind of shelter? Eden sat there looking down at them. His tone was sharp, detached. Mddding again. You're too soft-hearted. So, what was Eden doing in Actalus? And how did he end up there? To understand that, we first need to know what happened in

Tunia after Reanella left with Angie. Reinella was expected to plunge the temple into chaos. But instead, he Remained unexpectedly quiet and departed with only his empress. That alone was fortunate, but the land of Tunia, already barren, suffered tremendous damage when Actalus' army of 10,000 swept through it. As a result, the number of children starving to death increased compared to previous years. The entire territory was submerged in grief and loss. One day, during these difficult times, an unexpected guest arrived at the temple of Tunia. The news Of his arrival threw the temple into confusion. Normally when

outsider arrived, the saints oftunia would receive a revelation and inform the high priests of the visitors purpose. But this time was different. Saraphina received no divine message at all. And thinking back, this wasn't the first time. When Eden had brought Angelica to the temple, Saraphina had received no revelation then either. To make matters worse, the visitor insisted that his Identity could not be revealed until he entered the temple. This caused the already anxious residents to split into two opposing sides. The Temple of Mercy could not reject an outstretched hand. Its doctrine demanded compassion, but the

urgency of regional recovery argued against taking risks. In the end, the doctrine of the God of mercy prevailed. The gates were opened. "Thank you for opening them," the man said, his face hidden beneath a cloth. "I am truly Grateful." Behind him, several men entered carrying large boxes. "I have brought something that may be of help," he added. When the boxes were set down and opened, the priests faces brightened. They were filled with grain, the food they desperately needed. More supplies will arrive soon, the man said calmly. But who are you? The head priest asked cautiously.

And why are you giving us this? Oh, my apologies, the man said, lifting the cloth from his face. He Handed over a gold coin engraved with the symbol of Sominia. The priest stiffened. Sominia? Yes, the man replied with a faint smile. I am the king of Sominia. He bowed politely, then added. As for last summer, I have long carried that regret like a debt on my heart. He was referring to the time when Sinia had declined Tunia's request for military aid during the monster wave. An infectious disease had been spreading in one of Sinia's regions,

forcing them to Mobilize their troops internally. In their long letter of refusal, they had suggested Tunia seek help from actalists instead. And now the king stood here in person. "How can you come without any prior notice?" the priest asked, unsettled. The king bowed again, apologizing for the sudden visit. "This matter required absolute secrecy." The priest's brows furrowed. He had a bad feeling about this, and more than anything, he didn't want Tuna dragged Into further conflict. So, he asked directly, "What is the reason you have come this far?" The king was silent for a moment. Then,

he said quietly, "I intend to strike Actalus." The priest's face went pale. Just days ago, Ranelo had left Tunia deeply displeased. The last thing the temple needed was to provoke him further. Unbeknownst to them, behind the wall, Eden stood there, having heard every word. Later, the priest sat with the king of Sbinia and Explained calmly that he did not seek military support from Tunia. He only wanted information. He knew Ranelo Actalus had visited the temple's territory, and though it was shameful to ask, he wanted to know the details of that visit. The priest's hands clenched

as he spoke. "Was this why you refused to help us back then?" he asked quietly, and instead advised us to seek aid from Actalus. The king shook his head. That was not the reason. But the priest Remained unconvinced. If I were to explain Signya's circumstances in detail, before the king could finish, the door swung open. Eden entered. The priest immediately scolded him for such rude behavior, but Eden didn't even blink. He looked straight at the king and asked, "Do you know how to kill Renolo Actalus?" The king's expression faltered. He turned to the priest, startled.

"Why is no one guarding the door?" But Eden didn't stop. Your Majesty, he continued calmly. Rananiel Actilus cannot be killed unless the next godson of Actilla is determined. The king turned back to him now fully attentive. What do you mean? He doesn't die. Yes, Eden replied. His wounds heal instantly. No matter how much blood he loses, he recovers. Even when I struck a vital point in his neck, it was useless. The king was stunned. After a moment, he gestured to a seat. Young man, what is your name? Please sit. I want to hear More. But

Eden remained standing. Before that, he said, "I want to know, do you truly intend to strike Actalus?" He needed the king to reveal everything. This time, he didn't want to fail again and become a piece in the gods mockery. Eventually, Eden explained what he knew. Reinella's methods were cruel, yet simple and direct. Actalus lacked nothing in military strength, but more than that, its bond with Actella was strengthened by war itself. To them, war Was a sacred ritual. Every victory delighted Actella. There was no nation that could rival Actalus. Sinia, however, had endured until now. The

king explained with a weary sigh that they had maintained resistance only by relying on natural defenses beyond the mountain range holding the high ground. But even that had reached its limit. Ranella was still young and his strength was terrifying. It wouldn't be long before he swallowed Sinia whole. Worse, Other nations would likely use Signinia as a shield, buying time for themselves. I can't ask my people to wait any longer, the king said quietly. That surprised Eden. But that means, he said slowly, "The route into Actalus is already secured, isn't it?" The king nodded. He explained

how he was using chaos along the border to slip forces inside, creating several false identities to do so. "You use the country's surrounding Actalus?" Eden Asked, "And they allowed it?" The king side. The negotiations had been long and dangerous, but in the end, the neighboring nations had agreed. One thing became clear to Eden. to take a risk this great they were betting everything on Sinia's victory and that meant the responsibility for that victory and the trust of multiple nations rested on one man alone. The king's resolve was unmistakable. Still, Eden said nothing more. He did

not yet Reveal the final truth that Raniello could only be killed by the saintest of Tunia and the sword of Tunia. As Eden prepared to leave for Actalus, Saraphina entered his room. Eden, she said urgently, I heard you're leaving. You must not follow the king of Sinia, Saint Hess. Eden sighed and stopped himself. If you say that, I'll be the only one who gets reprimanded. Saraphina flinched, but she didn't back down. Still, please listen to me. If you go, You'll be consumed as a sword by the god's will. This will surely end in failure. Failure,

Eden murmured. The word irritated him more than he expected. He no longer trusted Saraphina. Not after everything. She could no longer hear prophecies while Angelica's instincts kept proving right. And then there were the words he had heard while drifting in and out of consciousness that day. Why did you stay silent until now? He Finally asked. Was it entertaining to watch us struggle so desperately? If you had told us back then, the emperor would have been dead by now. Saraphina froze. Eden continued, his voice steady but sharp. If Actilla had fallen, peace would have come to

this world. The fact that I'm suffering now, my failure. It's all because of you. Saraphina flinched. That's not I didn't have malicious intent. I couldn't have killed him even if I had spoken. But if you had told Us," Eden snapped. "We wouldn't have attempted such a reckless plan. At the very least, we could have run. We could have bought time." Her patience finally broke. "But you didn't tell me anything either," she shouted. The moment the words left her mouth, she covered it in shock. "I I'm sorry," she said quickly. "I just I don't want you

to go for your sake." But Eden was already walking past her. "I'm leaving," he said, desperate. Saraphina grabbed him from behind, Wrapping her arms around him as she sobbed. "Eden, it will be dangerous. Please listen to me. Eden didn't turn around. His voice was cold. If you chose to run away from fate, then don't interfere anymore. And don't curse someone who's trying to make things right by saying they'll fail. Saraphina froze. She understood then this was no longer something she could interfere with. And this person standing before her was no longer the Eden she once

Knew. And yet, why did it hurt so much to watch him leave? The scene felt painfully familiar. The ending was too clear. Once again, the Saints was in Renelo's grasp, and the sword of Tunia was setting out to bring her back. Eden clenched his teeth, determined to defy fate this time, to succeed where he had failed before. That resolve stayed with him for a while until the day he heard the news that the empress had died. The journey from Tunia to Actalus Was quiet, but Eden spent most of it observing the king of Sinia. His

name was Richard. He was the kind of man who got along with everyone, naturally lucky, almost unnervingly so. Whenever they faced inspections or suspicion, he somehow found allies. Help appeared when they needed it, and negotiations that seemed impossible always ended in their favor. That was Richard, endlessly optimistic, generous, and clearly favored by luck. Traveling beside him, The tension Eden carried began to ease. For a brief while, he allowed himself to enjoy the calm that came from Rashard's optimism. But luck was fleeting. The moment they entered Actalus, Eden received dreadful news. The Empress was dead. Questions

flooded his mind. How did she die? Who killed her? He thought about it every second, every minute. Did she take her own life? No, that wasn't possible. She wasn't that weak. Did the emperor kill her? No, that didn't make Sense either. If Rinella had wanted her dead, he would have done it long ago. Then the most likely answer remained. Someone else had killed her. Angelica had been an eyesore to many powerful nobles. But then what now? Would everything truly end like this? To open the door, he needed Actela's blood. And the only one who could

prepare it was the Saints of Tunia, which meant Angelica. And in this strange world, the only person with whom Eden had ever Formed a bond of true empathy was also her. From the day he entered Actalus, his morale sank. Rashard noticed it immediately. Eden had only one dream, to return to his original world. But without Angelica, that was no longer possible. Which meant he should leave Actalus at once, abandon the hope of returning home, and accept the identity of Eden, living out his life in this world. That should have been the best choice. Yet, every

time Angelica's face Surfaced in his memory, his resolve crumbled. No matter how hard he tried, the words, "I want to leave this place," simply wouldn't come out. "The child sitting at the opposite table noticed Eden's sour expression and turned to Richard." "Why is he making such a face?" he asked bluntly. "Kid, don't meddle in other people's business," Richard replied calmly. "How ridiculous," the child scoffed inwardly. "If they knew who I was, would they dare Speak to me like this? If only his father, Duke Nurma, were here. No one would treat him so casually. They would

be bowing, kissing his shoes instead." The thought filled him with childish arrogance. Sensing he'd been a little harsh, Rashard softened his tone. "That brother is just sad." He heard the news that the empress is dead. "She isn't dead," the child said immediately. Of course, no one took the words of a mere child seriously. Their indifference only Fueled his anger. "Why won't anyone listen?" Annoyed and brimming with pride, the child stood up abruptly. "My mother is Duchess Nurma," he declared, the headmate of the Empress. "I'm telling the truth. Don't treat me like a child. The Empress

is not dead." Those words finally reached Eden's ears and he froze. Meanwhile, in the Imperial Palace of Actalus, Angie lay quietly on the bed, staring into nothingness. She was waiting for Renelloo. He had told her he Had matters to attend to and would return later. From everything she had seen, his determination to confine her here was unyielding. Renella was not a man who spoke empty words. At first, Angie felt relieved whenever he left. It was better this way, she thought. If he was gone, there was no risk of him suddenly turning on her. No danger

of his unpredictable violence. Being alone felt safer. But that relief didn't last long. This place had no windows, no Clock, no books, no distractions of any kind. Just silence and earned herself. She didn't even know what time it was anymore. She found herself wondering when Riella would return. And only then did she realize something terrifying. She had never imagined that one day she would be waiting so desperately for the man she had once feared more than anything. Back at the table, Eden looked at the child and asked calmly, "Why are you lying?" The clothes you're

wearing, Those aren't noble garments. In truth, he was testing him. For a 10-year-old to fabricate a story so detailed, complete with specific names, was unusual. It had piqued his curiosity. These aren't servant clothes, the child snapped, irritated at being called a liar. They don't even fit me properly. Can't you see? Eden's curiosity only deepened. The boy's behavior was unmistakably that of a spoiled, noble child. Still, he Pressed on. Clothes can be oversized. Why won't you believe me? I'm telling the truth. the child shouted again. Do you want me to blindly trust you? Eden asked, raising

a brow. Then give me a sword, the child blurted out. I'll show you. I learned swordsmanship. No lowly kid learns that, right? Eden didn't budge. Being able to wield a sword doesn't prove you're from House Nurma. You could be any noble child. He paused, then added quietly. But if that's true, Let me ask you one last question. Where is your supposedly high-ranking mother right now? The child froze. In the next moment, memories surged back, his parents being dragged away, his helpless screams, and he broke down, crying loudly. That reaction confirmed Eden's suspicions. So, it was

real. From the boy's response, Eden could only conclude that Duchess Nurma had met a terrible fate. And if she had tried to flee, then she must have been involved in something Connected to the Empress's collapse. There was no doubt anymore. And that meant one thing. The child hadn't been lying. Angelica was alive. At the Imperial Palace, Angie sat alone, waiting for Rananiela. She didn't know how many hours had passed or whether he would come back at all. Then the door finally opened. Ranella stepped inside carrying a tray of food, a faint smile on his face.

And to her own surprise, Angie felt happy. Happier than she had expected. "Why did you only come now?" she said as she stood and hurried toward him. But her legs, stiff from disuse, gave out and she stumbled. You should be careful, Angie," he said, kneeling down in front of her. "Where were you?" she asked anxiously. "How much time has passed?" Ranella paused for a moment. "About half a day," he replied. "I was gone longer than I should have been." His gaze softened. "Were you hungry?" "I was Careless. I should have made sure you ate on

time, but Angie grabbed his hand." "More than that?" she whispered. "Will you come often? I want you to come often." He looked startled for a brief second, then smiled brightly. "Really?" he asked. "Is that what you want?" She nodded, pressing his hand against her cheek. In just a few days, her attitude had flipped completely. Reanella leaned closer, their faces nearly touching. "Angie, if that's what you want, I'll Come often." "How often?" she asked again, desperation slipping into her voice. His thumb brushed gently over her lips. "Well, how often do you think I should come?" "As

often as possible," she whispered. The air grew heavy. "Then I suppose I shall," Renella murmured and pulled her into a kiss. Angie felt her dignity sink to the very bottom, but she let it happen. From the moment she became his wife, survival had always been her Weapon. He eased her down gently. "Your majesty," she whispered softly. "I have a request." "Asking to go outside isn't allowed," he replied calmly. She looked away. "I don't even hope for that. I just want a clock in the room." "And something to read." She knew he craved even the smallest

kindness from her. She knew he wanted her affection and that he would grant this. Reinella leaned down, brushing a kiss along her neck. I see. You must have suffered greatly from Extreme boredom while I was gone. Yes, she replied, a faint moan escaping her lips. It was painful. I understand, he said in a place with nothing to enjoy. Even the passage of time becomes torment. Tears welled in Angie's eyes. Thank you for understanding. For a moment, he looked like her savior. Maybe she was rushing things, but fear was no longer an answer. If she had

to live like this, then she would change the way she thought. If he stayed like This, if he held her like this, maybe she could accept him. Maybe she could truly love him. She wished he would turn her shrinking world into a paradise so she wouldn't yearn for the world outside anymore. "You welcomed me because waiting was painful," Ranella asked suddenly. Her thoughts froze. "The more boring and painful your waiting becomes," he continued quietly. "The more you'll crave me." Her chest tightened. "There will be no clock," he Said, "and no reading material either. The affection

she believed would save her sank into despair. Make only my visits your joy, he went on. Your salvation. The more loneliness torments you, the brighter my presence will feel. That was the devil's answer. To him, it sounded right. To Angie, however, it was completely wrong. Nothing like what she had hoped for. And with that, the story officially ends. Toxic until the very end. Many loose ends remain untouched. Many truths unresolved. But unfortunately, it ends this way with a twisted ending. And that's a wrap. Thanks for watching. Don't forget to like and share your thoughts in

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