“Lawrence.”

Empress Lawrence of Periat was abruptly awakened from her sleep by the unexpected sound of someone calling her name.

Judging by the dimness in front of her closed eyelids, it seemed that the night had not yet passed.

In the middle of the night, there weren’t many who would enter the Empress’s bedroom and call her name.

“You’re changing the subject.”

The maids were forbidden entry at night, and the knights dared not cross the threshold of the Empress’s bedroom.

So, only one face remained.

Lawrence, thinking of the beast-like figure of the man who managed documents next to Lione, opened her eyes.

However, the face that awaited her was completely unexpected.

“Ugh!”

Lawrence’s eyes widened as if they were about to tear.

The woman sitting beside her waist seemed to freeze the space, making it eerily silent.

If the wind seeping through the slightly open window hadn’t shaken the woman’s white hair, one might have mistaken it for a dream rather than reality.

The woman slowly opened her lips and spoke.

“Did you just change the subject with me?”

Before the neutral voice finished, Lawrence quickly got up, kneeling on the edge of the bed.

“I’m sorry, my absolute goddess. I thought you were just my subordinate…”

Her gaze involuntarily lowered, and a pressure weighed down on her shoulders.

Meeting the absolute goddess wasn’t the first time, but every time felt like suffocating.

It wasn’t an aura that an ordinary human could endure.

Lawrence cautiously raised her eyes to look at the absolute goddess.

The peculiar gray irises brought an unsettling feeling every time she looked into them.

“Lawrence.”

“Yes.”
“I’ve been feeling a bit strange these days,” Lawrence said. Lawrence’s face turned pale.

People sometimes mistakenly think that gods are kind and compassionate beings, but unfortunately, Lawrence had never seen the Absolute God in such a light.

Her emotions fluctuated as she pleased.

It was almost like dealing with a child.

“What I wanted from you wasn’t that difficult.” Lawrence swallowed hard. The Absolute God’s gaze sent a chill down her spine.

“Preventing Vercheria from leaving the tower, deliberately making her escape, and then driving her out of Periat so that she can never return.”

“…….”

“Is that too difficult?”

The Absolute God straightened her waist and clenched her fist, creating a strange atmosphere that emphasized both femininity and strength with her large shoulders and rounded chest.

“I created the Tower of Parallel Butterflies and the ‘Other Side of Ideals’ portal, extraordinary items that an ordinary person would find challenging to witness in their entire lifetime. I also tried to use Lawrence and Dicfer to take Vercheria out of the Periat Empire…”

“Of course, I helped with that too. Who do you think gave them such orders?”

Damn it.

Lawrence chewed on the flesh inside her mouth. If she had to pick the biggest mistake in this plan, it was thinking too simplistically about Vercheria. After keeping her in the tower for so long and subjecting her to abuse, she believed that any man proposing marriage would rush to her side, regardless of the reason. However, Vercheria didn’t even blink at any temptation, only having eyes for Lakhara.

“When I helped you, didn’t I tell you that if you drink this, you’ll remember your past life? You’ll know what you need to live for. But you don’t have to drink it; you can live like this. Just remember that choices always flow according to human will.”

Lawrence drank the wine and, belatedly, remembered her past life: the two people who secretly enjoyed an affair while she was in love with them, the cold attitude of Merk, and the bitter time she had to endure.

“This is your last chance.”

The Absolute God stood up from the bed, spreading her legs. Lawrence snapped out of her thoughts and looked at the Absolute God.
When the Absolute God came to Lawrence, it was around the time she was living in her hometown, the Conthana Kingdom. The Absolute God poured a glass of wine in front of her.

“If you drink this, you’ll remember your past life. You’ll know what you need to live for. But it’s okay not to drink it. Just live like that. Always remember that choices flow according to human will.”

Lawrence drank the wine and, belatedly, could recall Vercheria, Merc, and the fate surrounding her.

The two people who secretly enjoyed an affair while she was in love with them.

Merc, who didn’t spare her a glance.

The harsh times she had to endure by being ignored.

“This is your last chance.”

The Absolute God stood up from the bed, spreading her legs.

Lawrence, lost in thought, looked at the Absolute God.

There were no emotions in her gray eyes as she looked down on her.

“Lawrence.”

Lawrence lowered her head to the floor again.

“Yes, Absolute God.”

“Don’t you want to take Lakhara away?”

“I want to take her away.”

“Then move according to your will.”

“Don’t worry. Kelita was awakened too. So, this time, I will definitely…”

“I hope there won’t be any failure.”