A life where I make all the decisions, and I move as I desire.

The world she had always dreamed of while confined in the narrow tower.

But it wasn’t so.

Even her escape was orchestrated by a prince from a neighboring country she didn’t even know.

The moment she realized that, Bercheria felt her heart sink.

What have I been doing all my life?

Born as the Awakener of the God, she had endangered rather than protected all the people living here.

And now she was running away because she was scared her mother would come?

Bercheria looked at Lakrahan, who was sitting in front of her.

His deep gaze was calmly fixed on her.
“So we try walking. If we can make it rain when needed, or stop it, people won’t have to die anymore.”

“Don’t complicate things; let’s do what’s necessary one at a time. First and foremost is regaining your strength until your existence is revealed.”

Meeting Lakrahan immediately after coming out of the tower had been Bercheria’s fortune.

The fortune her choices had brought.

If she hadn’t saved the children, Bercheria’s life would have unfolded in a different direction.

Lakrahan was the only person who had approached her without a purpose.

Even now, he wasn’t resentful about sharing her divine power; instead, he was working on finding a safe way to use it.

For the first time, Bercheria objectively looked at herself, who had only been evasive until now.

This was the outside world of the tower she had dreamed of her whole life.

Her wish had come true, but she was still thinking of running away from her mother.

It was no different from being trapped in the tower.

“Is the purpose to take me to Deransis? Or do you need my power, like my mother does?”

Bercheria, the greatest being that guards this land, the goddess of weather.

That was her name.

So now was the time to become a person worthy of that name.

“I have no intention of letting anyone take what’s mine anymore.”

Bercheria stood up from her seat.

And she sent a straight gaze towards Lakrahan.

“Lakrahan.”

It was an unusually tense expression.
Bercheria placed her hand in front of him and leaned her upper body closer.

Her eyes, deep as the night sky, instilled a belief that they would not waver no matter what happened.

“Let’s get married.”

She felt Loren, who was standing beside her, hold his breath at the sound of her voice.

“I don’t want to think about what has happened to you or what you will have to take responsibility for in the future. Not until I regain both power and divine force through marriage with you.”

Gold shimmered from within Bercheria’s eyes.

“I intend to use you.”

Looking at her, Lakrahan’s lips curved up slightly.

“Use me.”

Pushing his chair back, Lakrahan stood up, locked eyes defiantly with Loren, and walked out.

“I’ve always liked selfish women.”

Bercheria also gave Loren a light nod and followed after Lakrahan.

“Huh.”

Left alone, Loren let out a hollow breath.

“Huh. Revealing that I brought the rope was really my trump card.”

Loren stared blankly at the door through which Bercheria had disappeared.

The owl perched on his shoulder flicked its tongue, causing Loren’s forehead to furrow.

“What are you saying? Why give up? Velophai. Do you look like someone in love?”

Loren shook his head vigorously and rose from his chair.

“Of course, becoming the emperor of the unified continent is appealing. That’s our ultimate goal after all. But still.”

It was a very serious expression, one he hadn’t worn in a long time.
“I don’t want to give up on Bercheria either. Me too.”

“Your Majesty, the Emperor!”

Jerad, who had been sleeping, sprang up from his bed at the sudden sound.

“What now! Are all these bastards insane?”

Jerad’s face was a mess.

It was understandable, considering he couldn’t sleep because of that damn Bercheria.

He had ordered the head of the royal guard to urgently summon mages or witches to fill the portal with mana from the underground dungeon, but there would be none left capable of being human by now.

Expecting it to be for a similar reason, he got up, but an entirely unexpected word sprang from the mouth of the royal guard.

“Your Majesty, the Emperor. Princess Kelita.”

“…What?”

“The princess has just passed through the portal.”

Jerad’s face distorted.

“What are you talking about? Kelita came at this hour?”

The royal guard stammered out an explanation of what just happened.

Jerad put on a robe and headed to where Kelita was said to be.

The attire of those following the emperor in the midst of this sudden commotion was also disheveled.

“Continue.”

At Jerad’s gesture, the royal guard resumed his speech.

“The portal’s light suddenly came on and Princess Kelita appeared. I really suspected it was instant dimensional travel, because.”

Jerad approached where people were gathered and murmuring.

Upon seeing Jerad, they parted to both sides and bowed.

And the sight of Kelita lying in bed between them was a total mess.
The voice of the royal guard, who had not yet finished speaking, came from behind him.

“Because Princess Kelita’s appearance was a mess. I supported her as she was staggering.”

Gerard slowly walked toward Kelita.

“When I asked who did this to her, she gave me a name.”

Gerard looked down at Kelita, who was unrecognizable as the emperor’s sister.

“Speak. The name.”

The royal guard moved closer to Gerard and whispered.

“She said it was Lakrahan.”