As an Empress, the opportunity to bear descendants is non-existent. Despite aging day by day, she endured the frustration of this fact. As the Empress of the Ferriat Empire, she made efforts not to lose her dignity and character. Personally, even if considered a mere government, she endeavored to treat it with respect and personality. Someday, everyone will acknowledge. To what extent has the Empress endured and sustained this position with her wide embrace? Kkiuk! When the eagle’s cry resounded from above, this time, Lawrence couldn’t help but show an expression. “Tsk.” Just a moment ago, there was no one on the bridge connecting the east and west, but now a man with a large build was standing there. Lawrence leaned against the terrace, watching the eagle perch on the man’s arm. The man pulled out a paper that was wrapped around the eagle’s leg and put it in his pocket, then walked confidently, freeing the leg from the eagle, and looked up at the terrace where the Empress was. “…….”
The Empress also stared intently at the man she met eyes with. The two individuals gazed at each other for a while. Suddenly, the Empress swiftly entered the room. Upon this, the man also started moving again. And after a moment. Knock, knock. At the sound of the knocking on the door, the Empress cautiously walked towards the door. Knock, knock, knock again, as the knocking sound came, the Empress hesitated but eventually opened the door. Upon doing so, the man who had just received the eagle unexpectedly entered and closed the door.

As soon as Rakurahan fell asleep, Vercheria searched the narrow cabin. The thought that if he skipped a meal, his fever could worsen crossed her mind. Vercheria, who had lived alone on the tower for a lifetime, was not accustomed to taking care of others, but when she felt love for someone, even such things naturally came to mind. Worried about Rakurahan, Vercheria carefully searched inside the cabin. After going around once, various things like jerky and canned goods appeared. Fortunately, there were things to eat without spoiling.
After making a round until sweat poured out, various items such as jerky and canned goods appeared. Fortunately, they were things that could be eaten without spoiling for a considerable period.

“Lakrahan, are you okay?” Vercheria walked over to Lakrahan and checked the temperature of the towel.

“The fever still hasn’t gone down.” Vercheria wet the towel again and placed it on Lakrahan’s forehead, letting out a deep sigh.

Just by looking at Lakrahan’s expression, one could feel how much pain he was in right now. Even as time passed, there was no thought of the fever going down; in fact, it seemed to be getting worse little by little.

“If it continues like this, it will be a real problem.” When Vercheria tried to straighten her knees and get up, Lakrahan, who she thought was asleep, stretched his arms and pulled her towards him.

The boiling heat was distinctly felt from the back where he held her.

“Vercheria.”

“Lakrahan, this won’t work. Something really bad might happen.”

“No. It’ll be okay.” While saying so, Lakrahan pulled Vercheria’s waist closer.
The temperature pouring out from the deeply kissed collarbone was strangely hot.

“Lakrahan, please.”

Lakrahan laughed, exhaling hot breath over it.

“Don’t beg. It makes it difficult for me.”

“What does that mean?”

“I have to do something like this to keep my mind together.”

“What?”

“It’s hard to explain exactly, but someone else keeps talking to me in my head.”

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know either.”

Lakrahan was perplexed by an experience he had never had before.

Although saying that someone else’s soul seemed to have entered him was the most accurate, it wasn’t as if that entity was wildly rampaging without his control.

“Somebody I don’t know keeps talking to me inside me.”

“Maybe you have too much fever, and your memories are getting mixed up.”

“No, you just need to let me regain my composure. If I hold you like this, my mind becomes clear.”

Lakrahan could ignore other sounds as long as he touched Vercheria, and this sensation was so intense that he could easily overlook other things.

“Lakrahan, then I’ll go prepare some food. I think I can boil some soup.”

“Later. Not now.”

In the end, Vercheria gave up persuading Lakrahan and relaxed her body.

The two lay in front of the blazing fireplace, muttering to each other.

Although the cabin was narrow, this was the warmest spot, and it was the only place where the two could lie down.

After spending time like that, Vercheria asked him.

“Don’t we have somewhere to go?”

“Where?”

“The border town, remember?”

“Oh, right.”

Lakrahan had mentioned that there was someone there who knew a way to bring out the toxin.

“Who’s there?”

“I don’t know yet.”

Lakrahan touched Vercheria’s ear and pressed his lips against her collarbone.

Vercheria, caught off guard by the sudden sensation, held her breath.

She closed her eyes tightly and asked again after reopening them.

“Why don’t you know? Are you just going without knowing?”

“No.”

Lakrahan grabbed Vercheria’s waist and pulled her towards him.

As he buried his head in her armpit and playfully stroked her cheek, laughter burst out from Vercheria’s lips.

“Your laughter is the same as before. Verche.”

At his unexpected words, a slow smile crept up on Vercheria’s lips.

She pulled away from Lakrahan’s embrace and looked at him with surprised eyes.

Lakrahan, now looking at her with changed eyes, spoke.

“Let’s name the child Merco. Since he’s the first to inherit the blood of the gods, he’ll be a very special child.”

“Who, says?”

Vercheria stood up straight, looking down at Lakrahan.

With a polished face, Lakrahan leaned towards her, tilting his head slightly.
“You will be born as a child with the ice attribute. Even though you may appear cold on the outside, your heart will be warmer than anyone else’s.”

Vercheria’s gaze turned cold once again.

“Who are you to bother Lakrahan? Come out right now.”

Lakrahan’s gaze settled calmly.

“I thought you could adapt to the atmosphere, but you’re quite a cold child.”

He suddenly stood up, stretched his legs, and looked at Vercheria.

“I didn’t make it up. My first child, Merco, may not be a true god, but he’s too precious to be called an ordinary human.”

Lakrahan looked at Vercheria with affectionate eyes, but it was clear that he was someone different.

It couldn’t be expressed explicitly, but Vercheria, who had been watching Lakrahan up close, could feel it.

“Are you the first god who created Lakrahan’s lineage?”