Or was it the Sultan, who entrusted everything to Karina while pretending to be kind?

Or was it her own pathetic self who could only be helplessly swayed here and there without doing anything?

Or was it her father, the Emperor of the empire, who made her live such a mechanical life?

Or maybe…

“Hades…! I hate you the most!”

Saying you’ll be behind me.

Saying not to worry.

Having all kinds of expectations for yourself, and then severing ties so easily, the relationship with him was so cruel.

“If you’re going to make me like this, you should take responsibility for it! Hades Calleb, I hate you the most!”

In the end, Latifa sat down in that spot and burst into tears. The jewelry box fell to the floor, its lid opening weakly.

The scent pouch, which was full inside, fell to the ground, emitting a rich jasmine scent.

“Flame in the midst of flames,” even Hades Calleb, the rumored madman of the Grand Bazaar, couldn’t break such an ominous sign.

Clenching her fists against the uncontrollable sadness, Latifa pounded the floor, letting out all the anger.

“Whether you speak or not! Whether you make me expect or not! Uwaaaah!”

Startled by Latifa’s crying, Asti’s maids rushed to her, trying to console her. But there was no one who could stop Latifa, who was wailing in Imperial language, striking the floor uncontrollably.

“Are you so great?! I was a fool to believe in someone like you, who goes out acting recklessly! I was a fool! Ugh, Hades!”

“O Guardians! Latifa, in the world! Don’t cry!”

“What do we do? It seems like the results weren’t good.”

Latifa took out Hades’ gold bracelet from her right wrist and threw it to the ground.

With a clattering sound, the gold bracelet bounced loudly on the tile floor, and Latifa lowered her head.

‘I should have believed and prayed to the gods.’

Believing in mere mortals.

And not just any mortal, but Hades Calleb, who went around doing all sorts of strange things.

‘Why did I believe in him? Even in the empire, I was deceived!’

Was it because of the scent of the heated sand and the rising rich jasmine fragrance? Her reason blurred for a moment.

“What’s happening this night!? Latifa?! Why are you crying?”

“Move, you fools!”

Amidst the great disturbance, Asti and Tarkan rushed out to embrace her.

“Latifa, don’t cry! Does anyone know what’s going on?”

“Latifa, don’t cry! Don’t cry!”

“Don’t cry, Latifa! What’s wrong?”

“Ugh!”

Even Asti, who started crying with Latifa without knowing what had happened.
After arriving in Grand Bazaar, the city of the unfamiliar desert and the city where everything boils hot, it was the day I shed the most tears.

In the upscale residential area of Grand Bazaar’s bustling district, there was the Calleb estate, the largest and most splendid, along the clean white brick path of the residential district lined with magnificent mansions.

The Calleb estate always had a perfect and beautiful appearance, but it couldn’t erase an inexplicable and eerie atmosphere.

“I thought I would hear something like, ‘Damn it! I’ll kill them all! Kill them all and come back!'”

Lukevan, looking a bit uneasy, glanced toward the main building where Hades was.

“It’s too quiet, isn’t it, Miss?”

Yanan, using a small knife to peel the night fruit, remained silent.

“…Miss, it might not be too late to escape now.”

Lukevan continued grumbling and kicked the pile of night fruits in front of him with his foot.

“I don’t have time to talk to you. We need to make the appetizers quickly. We have to roast them at night and soak them in honey, so bring some firewood and a brazier, or you can run away on your own. Figure it out.”

“Wow. Miss Yanan is really angry too.”

“Anyone who hasn’t been angry at Calleb Estate is probably only you. Now go check the children’s room. It has an eerie atmosphere there.”

In response to Yanan’s words, Lukevan retorted irritably.

“No, it’s frustrating! I mean, why the hell should I say only one sentence like ‘I can’t send the Fraulein’ after Hades spent days and nights wandering around Grand Bazaar, working hard to put pressure on Macalli’s merchant guild!”

At his words, Yanan sighed softly and said, “The one who hasn’t been angry in Calleb Estate is probably you alone. Go check the children’s room now. It has a portrait atmosphere.”

Yanan’s words made Lukevan irritated, and he replied.

“No, it’s because I’m frustrated! Calleb had been worried about Macalli’s merchant guild since receiving the message yesterday, but instead of sending the Fraulein, he just said, ‘The Fraulein cannot be sent.’ Is that the etiquette of the royal palace?”

“What I’m saying is that! It would have been better if he had been reckless as usual! Here, at least smash half of it, or wave a sword a few times, or ride a camel and step on Macalli’s merchant guild! Should I slap one of the palace guards myself while he’s rampaging around here?”

“Hades seems worried. Since receiving the message with the Fraulein, he has been drinking continuously. It seems he can’t even sleep.”

“Hey, isn’t it time to call the big master?”