What is Tiamo?

Two years after Annette’s enrollment.

The beauty of 17-year-old Annette was so famous within the Maracaba Academy that there was hardly anyone who didn’t know her.

Clear, flawless skin, sparkling eyes like embedded jewels, a delicate body that stimulated protective instincts, and languid eyelashes.

And her imperviousness to men stole the hearts of all the male students.

When Annette sat under a tree reading a book, male students, one by one, borrowed books from the library and sat down.

Thanks to them, a tradition of reading books outside the Maracaba Academy began.

And those gathered here were also united by their feelings for Annette.

But they lacked the courage to confess to Annette.

A group of people secretly admiring Annette, called Tiamo.

They formed a club after graduation, which grew into a large group over time.

Having similar political and economic aspirations, they continued to socialize even after graduating from the academy.

“How do people change? They say you die if you change overnight.”

“I want to preserve the pure heart of a man who wants to keep it.”

“Just… the desire to see her at least once from afar. Isn’t that natural?”

They expressed their dissatisfaction to Hertian.

These people, who had trouble sleeping for several days after hearing the story of Hertian’s successful marriage, wanted to hear the details.

“How did you succeed in marriage, by the way?”

They wanted to hear the inside story.

“Curious?”

Everyone’s eyes lit up at Hertian’s words. Even Habel, who was pretending not to care, subtly turned his gaze.

“Yes.”

“Please.”

“It’s my wish.”

Gulp.

Only the sound of swallowing saliva echoed in the room.

Hertian smiled at everyone’s attention and showed a paper he pulled out of his pocket.

“I’ll tell everything to the person who finds this person.”

On the paper was a drawing of a woman with a black robe and a small key.

Everyone stared at the paper with puzzled faces. However, the only thing drawn was a loose robe, making it impossible to recognize anything.

“Who is this?”

“It’s a game to guess that.”

“Really?”

“Yes. A prophet. The one the Empress recently summoned for prophecies.”

“A prophet… I think I’ve heard of it.”

There was a memory of hearing rumors about a new prophet, but there was almost no information about it.

Hertian erased the smile from his face and explained.

“They say the influence of the prophet was significant in organizing this victory ceremony.”

“And also someone who gathers information about the Empress.”

Habel, who was next to him, raised his head slightly while looking at the drawing.

Then everyone turned their heads to Habel this time. Habel shouted in surprise.

“It feels weird when all the guys are looking at me! Turn your faces away!”

“Anyway, Habel’s personality is strange. That’s probably why he hasn’t had a lover until now.”

One young man glanced at Habel and complained.

“Do you have one?”

“Well… I haven’t found a partner yet because I pursue natural encounters.”

Habel retorted, repaying the lecture with a grumble.

“What does it mean to gather information about the Empress?”

Nokes, who had been listening seriously, asked Hertian rather than Habel.

“That’s a question because I was following it. Today, the prophet approached the Duchess and made a strange proposal.”

“When? Until lunch, you were with me, weren’t you?”

Habel intervened.

“Just now. I met the prince and suddenly lost consciousness, and there was a prophet there. But the identity of that prophet is suspicious.”

“What did he say to the Duchess?”

“Did he demand money?”

Everyone awaited Hertian’s answer.

“He asked me to join in killing the prince.”

His answer surpassed everyone’s expectations.

“Everyone will be anxious.”

In the place where others had left.

Habel, who remained, expressed his concern.

They didn’t just gather because of Annette.
That was only the purity of childhood, and it wasn’t the same now that they occupied a prominent position.

They gathered to share political aspirations as members of the family. It was to counter the growing influence of the Empress’s faction.

To them, Cerdith was an enemy just like any other.

However, they hadn’t gathered to kill Cerdith, so they were taken aback by Hertian’s sudden words.

Killing him would be nothing short of treason.

Of course, most of them wanted to eliminate Cerdith and usher in a new era. But they all knew it wasn’t the right time.

The fact that someone wanted to kill Cerdith at this time was a threat to them.

“If the relationship is going to break because of the uncertainty, it’s better not to have it.”

“I can’t argue with that.”

“And it’s curious. Why the prophet wants to kill the prince. If it’s Osan, I wouldn’t know.”

Osan, who has always hated Cerdith to the extreme since childhood, wouldn’t dare to set his mind on killing the prince.

“If a young woman decides to kill a vigorous man, there’s no other reason, right?”

Habel raised his index finger and shook it.

But it was almost impossible.