How did they come and go to this place, and how did they ascend and descend the tower?

Everything was full of questions.

Mother and the guardian god of the Contana Kingdom.

Vercheria’s mind was becoming more and more complicated.

Kweeak.

Suddenly, at that moment, a voice came from the sky, and Vercheria naturally raised her head.

Then, Lacrahann pressed her head and leaned against the ground.

Not long after, a huge shadow cast over them, and Muhha landed with a thud next to the woman’s open space.

Muhha, as if it were a common occurrence, pushed its beak as if asking to be stroked.

The woman, as if annoyed, smiled and stroked Muhha’s face.

“Ha.”

Vercheria was speechless, amazed.

What on earth was happening?

Lacrahann nodded slowly.

“I think I know how that woman got to Vercheria’s tower, but what about you?”

Vercheria also burst into a hollow laugh.

“Muhha.”

Vercheria had considered herself a tremendous person watching her mother go up and down the tower, thinking she must be an extraordinary witch, someone unbeatable. Someone to simply obey because there must be a reason for her to climb the tower that no one else could reach.

But it wasn’t.

It was just a stroke of luck.
Just as Vercheria rode Muhha to climb the tower, she tamed the large divine beast to descend from the tower.

Since the divine beast listened to the gods, Dikfer must have needed it.

When Vercheria tried to move, Lacrahann stopped her.

“Not now.”

Moving hastily could lead to another mistake.

“Deceiving someone like that, whether you have abilities or not, implies a certain level of wickedness. You have to be careful.”

Lacrahann put his hand on Vercheria’s back and enveloped her to prevent her from moving.

He felt Vercheria’s body, embraced by him, trembling.

“It’s unfair. I thought I was a really great person.”

“I know. But not now. We have to approach this slowly and carefully to hold her more accountable.”

Knowing that Lacrahann’s words were right, Vercheria endured.

As if trying to comfort her, he slowly stroked her back with his hand.

As his soft and warm hand gently touched her back, the anger that had boiled up just a moment ago seemed to subside a bit.

In her heart, she wanted to kiss him right away, but she knew it wasn’t the time, so she pressed down the urge deep inside.

Occasionally, she had such thoughts.

If only she could go back to the past, she wanted to change everything about Vercheria’s life, rearrange it all so that there were no unjust and painful things.

Vercheria was someone deserving of love.

Even though she was so beautiful, she had been subjected to abuse, starvation, and imprisoned in a filthy tower, living a difficult life.

Lacrahann wanted to bring that woman here right away, not only to confine her to the tower for the rest of her life, but also to make her suffer two or three times more than what Vercheria had endured.

Looking at Vercheria, Lacrahann felt her complicated emotions behind her smiling face.

He had the urge to hold her all day, stroke her back, and tell her it was okay.

It’s okay.

The life you’ve lived so far is not your fault, so don’t worry about anything.

I’ll be by your side, so nothing bad will happen from now on.

When Lacrahann looked at her, she smiled faintly, hiding her complex feelings.

Rather than comforting her, it made him feel even more heartbroken.

He wanted to hold her all day, stroke her back, and tell her it was okay.

Hush.

Lacrahann raised one finger to Vercheria and completely lowered his body to approach the two of them.

Well, first of all, with that emperor……. That’s right! Quiet!

It was an interpretation that simply didn’t make sense.

The two of them began to quarrel loudly with incomprehensible words.

Soon, the woman’s voice was heard.

Well, you have to catch Lacrahann and confine him to the imperial palace!

“…?”

The two looked at each other.

“Did I mishear something just now?”
Vercheria also clearly heard it.

Although the previous conversation was not easy to make out, it was undoubtedly about Lacrahann, not Vercheria.

Even after that, Dikfer and the woman fought with voices that were not easy to hear, and the surroundings became quiet as Dikfer flew away on Muhha.

The two waited for the woman to leave.

“Is that woman really the one who gave birth to me?”

In response to Vercheria’s question, Lacrahann thought for a moment and nodded.

“The probability is not high.”

When Vercheria made a bitter expression, Lacrahann tightened his grip on her.

“Because you don’t resemble her at all. There’s not a single resemblance anywhere.”

Lacrahann turned Vercheria around to face himself.

“Lacrahann! What if someone sees us?”

“They won’t.”

Then, he carefully examined each of her facial features.

“Look. Eyes, nose, mouth. There’s not a single resemblance. You are so beautiful, but that woman doesn’t seem to have anything special to look at.”

Vercheria covered her face with her hands and buried her head in his shoulder.

The times she had spent trapped in the tower painfully welled up inside her.

It was okay when she didn’t know. She could console herself, saying that she had endured well and lived.

But now, seeing the true identity of the woman, even the comfort she gave to herself seemed impossible.

“You were just a child.”

Lacrahann patted Vercheria’s back as she leaned on him.

“That woman who took advantage of an ignorant child did something wrong.”

His voice comforted her heart. Powerful yet gentle, that voice.

“You’ve done nothing wrong.”