Taking advantage of the chaos caused by the party, Rakrahann decided to look for the ‘Parallel Butterfly’ that the empress might have somewhere.

Except for its lavishness, the empress’s bedroom had no particular characteristics.

“Very Feryartian.”

As far as Rakrahann knew, Laurence was originally from the Contana Kingdom.

The three nations occupying the continent, in the name of promising peace, often sought intermarriages among themselves.

Generally, it was considered polite and customary not to reject a marriage proposal.

When Gerard suddenly ascended to the throne, both empires attempted swift measures for peace.

The Deransis Empire sent gold, and the Contana Kingdom sent Laurence as gifts.

The king of the barbaric nation Contana, without any interest, sent his fifth daughter to Gerard.

Gerard, who was deeply infatuated with the courtier Leone, paid no attention to Laurence.

However, as they couldn’t accept Leone, who was of common birth, as the empress, they reluctantly accepted Laurence, who would serve as the empress in name only.

Since then, Laurence had lived a life without any presence, overshadowed by the government official Leone.

“Hmm.”

Rakrahann glanced around the room and approached the side table next to the dressing table.

Passing through a drawer that anyone could open, he felt the inside bottom with his palm.

He groped slowly, but there was nothing particularly suspicious.

‘Impossible.’

From what Rakrahann knew, Laurence was someone who couldn’t hide his ominousness.

‘If it’s here, I should be able to find it for sure.’

As he inspected the bed, he found that there was a tiny gap between the headrest and the wall.

It was precisely the space where a woman’s hand could fit in.

Pushing the bed and reaching into it, he felt something like a handle sticking out at his fingertips.

With a forceful pull, accompanied by a small sound, the straight headrest that had stood upright broke in half.

Sure enough, in the deep space extending to the bottom of the bed, an incredible amount of divine objects were piled up.

“Ha.”

Rakrahann chuckled at the sight before him.

It was as if someone had transferred the box of toys of the gods as it was.

“Amazing.”

An amount that could never be collected without the help of a deity.

He examined the various divine objects, and among them, he found a familiar item.

“The Twilight Promise.”

It was an item that Rakrahann had lost a long time ago.

The divine object, shaped like two rings connected, symbolized day and night.

It was something he knew well because it was created by him and Vercheria together.

“You had all of these too.”

The first thing he did when forcibly ascending to the sky with the help of the deity was to hide the ring that contained the wishes of the two.
However, memories surfaced that I hadn’t had time to gather due to the unexpectedly fast flow of events.

“Now I understand. Why they tried to forcibly proceed with Kelita and my marriage.”

When a man and a woman share this ring, their souls become entwined even if they have no emotions, and they become inseparable for a lifetime.

It is the fulfillment of an eternal promise.

If Kelita had tried to force a marriage with him using this, the outcome would have been terrible.

Rakrahann pocketed the ring and headed out of the room.

Except for sporadic glimpses of attendants who seemed to be participating in the party, the corridor was still empty.

This time, he entered Kelita’s room.

“……!”

The moment he opened the door and walked in, Rakrahann could not help but be astonished.

The entire room looked like a mess, as if it had just experienced a war.

“What in the world…”

Not only were there no gaps to place one’s foot, but even the drawers were all pulled out, and the items inside were scattered on the floor.

“Incredible.”

Rakrahann swept away the messy things by pushing them aside with his foot.

It seemed that the room wasn’t in this condition until Kelita left the north.

Only now did he seem to understand why Vercheria had mentioned that Kelita and Laurence were acting strangely.

More precisely, looking at the state of this room alone would explain why Kelita’s condition was getting stranger and stranger.

When Rakrahann, bending down to try to lift one of the drawers that had fallen, heard someone running towards this place.

“……!”

Rakrahann approached the door and pressed his back against it as the hurried footsteps approached.

The moment the busy footsteps stopped in front of the door.

Creak.

Without hesitation, a small body leaped into the room and tilted forward, caught up in the mess on the floor.

Rakrahann reached out his hand and caught the falling woman.

“Vercheria?”

With flushed cheeks, Vercheria was nestled in his arms.

“Rakrahann.”

Rakrahann stretched his head outside, checked the corridor, and then closed the door.

Uncharacteristically, Vercheria was panting busily.

“What’s going on?”

“Emperor Gerard announced that he would marry you and Kelita.”

A short line was etched on Rakrahann’s forehead.

“In front of people?”

“Yes.”