Curiosity about her past grew slowly, but Sierra resolved to remain patient. Let us ask once Sister recovers her health—whether she wrote that letter or not. At least until Amille recovered her health. If she had not written that letter, the situation would turn horrifying, but they dealt with the Crown Prince regardless. Since time had even turned back, ignoring a mystery or two caused no harm. After all, Hanael remained at her side, along with Amille and Cassius; everything

[Cassius] "You know stories circulated that an evil spirit possessed His Highness the Crown Prince." Everyone knew. They had dismissed the rumors as mere gossip and suppressed them. However, ominous rumors easily crossed walls. Followed into the room by the Emperor, members of both the Emperor's faction and the Noble faction exchanged glances. They knew the Crown Prince suffered from inexplicable madness. Hostile murmurs filled the air. Covering his eyes and plugging his ears

[Sierra] "A fool must receive the exact consequences of his own actions." She looked down at the Crown Prince, who screamed relentlessly, speaking in a cold, merciless tone. Looking down at Amille, who lay collapsed on the floor barely breathing, Sierra gripped a pain potion in her hand. The Crown Prince, stripped of everything by the demon, faintly regained consciousness—the perfect moment to inflict extreme pain upon that bastard. [Sierra] "For now, he is half out of his mi

[Prince] "You bastard! Traitor to the empire......!" [Cassius] "Yes. I trapped you in a bottle. Do you remember?" At his words, the demon wearing the Crown Prince’s face turned pale, recalling the exact moment Cassius defeated it. It happened back during the Monster War. Grief-stricken after losing Sierra, Cassius fought recklessly without care for his own life. In a secluded canyon, he encountered this low-tier demon trapped pathetically between walls of ice. The demon attem

Sierra gasped as Amille's fingers twitched. Thanks to the healing potion given earlier, Amille was moving. Her bruised neck and shallow breathing made it clear she could not aid Cassius in battle, but....... Still, my sister is alive. If only Amille would open her eyes and stand upright. Defeating the Crown Prince together would fulfill Sierra's greatest wish. Reunited after so long, she clung to that hope. But there was no time for sentiment. The Crown Prince stepped directl

At his words that they could open the door and rescue Amille, Hanael chimed in briskly. [Hanael] "That's right! I can open the door. In my dream, I tried super hard to open it!" Sierra stared quietly at Hanael. The child blurted out those words and smiled brightly, asking for praise. How could Sierra praise such an action? Trying so hard to open the door in a dream meant that the Hanael in that dream suffered just as much. Looking at the child smiling with steamed-bun cheeks.

At his words that they could open the door and rescue Amille, Hanael chimed in briskly. [Hanael] "That's right! I can open the door. In my dream, I tried super hard to open it!" Sierra stared quietly at Hanael. The child blurted out those words and smiled brightly, asking for praise. How could Sierra praise such an action? Trying so hard to open the door in a dream meant that the Hanael in that dream suffered just as much. Looking at the child smiling with steamed-bun cheeks.

Sierra gave up on warning the excited Hanael and Cassius, who willingly matched the child's playful mood. Inhaling deeply, shr prepared herself. At least I must stay alert. Sierra walked quietly on tiptoe. To avoid making footstep sounds on the marble floor, She wore light sandals with rubber soles. If that failed, she intended to fling the sandals off completely. Though the others lacked tension, Sierra held her breath automatically, knowing every step needed absolute precis

In the end, Sierra brought Hanael along. She looked down at the child chattering in her arms, her mind filling with complicated thoughts. Why on earth did I bring her...... I must be out of my mind to bring her to this dangerous place! However, regret always arrived too late. Sierra sighed inwardly, recalling the argument they had just shared. Hanael's stubbornness and whining were intense, instantly reminding Sierra of her old nickname back in Sufe Village: "Stubborn Hanael.

The imperial forces quickly lifted martial law after Hanael's kidnapping. However, the heavy aftermath struck the Emperor directly. Seizing the perfect opportunity to pressure imperial authority, the noble faction rose up in utter defiance against the groundless decree. The protests grew exceptionally fierce, led by the Ideos ducal estate. The nobles were ready to summon the Crown Prince and demand immediate answers. Unfortunately, the Crown Prince retreated into the safety o

The imperial forces quickly lifted martial law after Hanael's kidnapping. However, the heavy aftermath struck the Emperor directly. Seizing the perfect opportunity to pressure imperial authority, the noble faction rose up in utter defiance against the groundless decree. The protests grew exceptionally fierce, led by the Ideos ducal estate. The nobles were ready to summon the Crown Prince and demand immediate answers. Unfortunately, the Crown Prince retreated into the safety o

Amille glanced at the dungeon cell behind her and scoffed inwardly. Knowing this child was not the real Hanael, it was now time to let the Crown Prince make a foolish blunder. She smiled for the first time since entering the Crown Prince's palace. Whatever Sierra planned, she would support it entirely. And...... [Amille] "Sierra must want me to stay alive too." The moment she caressed the fake Hanael's cheek, she realized for the first time that she must remain alive. She wou