“Your Grace, the Duchess of Uteur has arrived. She requests an audience with Your Grace. What shall we do?”

Elicia looked with startled eyes, and Illeon stroked her head.

“I’ll go right now.”

The Uteur Ducal family sent someone to inquire about Elicia’s whereabouts, consistently sending them back with a reply of ‘I don’t know.’ But the fact that the Duchess had come personally, seeming to know something, couldn’t be ignored.

“Mother…”

The shadow passed over the lovely lady’s face, and Illeon bent down to kiss her cheek.

“I will meet her. Don’t worry and stay here.”

“Will it be alright? She must be very angry.”

“It’s something I have to handle. Since I’ve entangled you.”

Illeon closed his eyes and presented his face.

“You have to cheer for me.”

“For what?”

“So I don’t tuck my tail and run away from the fearsome Duchess.”

“Stay strong.”

Elicia turned away from Illeon, clutching the blanket wrapped around her body.

“You’re ruthless.”

Illeon got up with a regretful face.

“I’ll be back.”

As he disappeared outside the bedroom, Elicia promptly ran and locked his bedroom door.

“Phew.”

She felt she couldn’t take a step outside the room in such a disheveled state.

“He can’t beat Mariella.”

Her heart was impatient. She didn’t want to send Illeon alone, but she was so cold that she had no choice. She anticipated that Mariella, sensitive to her daughter’s behavior, would faint with a pale face if she saw her in this condition.

“It’s really a mess.”

It was a complete disaster. Her eyes were red, and her eyes were swollen. Her whole face was somewhat shrunken.

Elicia looked in the mirror and removed the thick red carpet thread entangled in her golden hair. It was a trophy she had obtained while kissing Illeon passionately as they rolled on the floor.

Furthermore, this place was the Duke’s residence.

If anyone saw her in this state now… ugh, it’s unbearable to even think about.

“I have to wash up quickly.”

Elicia headed to Illeon’s bathroom with a determined expression.

(This is a time separator.)

The Duke’s reception room.

Mariella couldn’t hide her anxious expression.

The opportunities to escape the original work were extremely rare.

‘This was the last chance.’

On the way to Grerosa, Priestess Elicia had gone missing.

However, the situation was kept quiet since the accident was with the church, and everyone had died in the tragedy. She was in despair from searching everywhere for her lost daughter when she received a message that Elicia was found and protected in Hadunsha. She almost fainted.

Elicia was almost like the evidence of Mariella’s life.

When she realized that she had possessed the world inside the book , she, like most others, felt this place had no reality.

Will I return to my original world if I close and open my eyes?

Could I return to my original world if I die?

When will the original ending, that could send me back to my original world, begin if the protagonist hasn’t even been born yet?

It was a strange thing.

When she was overwhelmed by competition and cold reality, it was a romantic and fun romance fantasy novel. Every night, she used to read her favorite writings lying in bed before sleep, forgetting the day’s fatigue. A small and certain escape from reality, a moment of ‘Sohwakdo.’

But when she actually possessed the world inside the book, all she wanted was to go back to the place where she used to live every day.

She was part of that world when she lived in reality.

She didn’t have that sense in the ‘book’ world. It felt like a misplaced fragment that awkwardly stuck out in the wrong place.

The moment Mariella felt alive was when she was pregnant with Elicia.

The seed of life stirring inside her body made her vividly feel that this place was also the ground of life.

Only then could she sincerely set foot and live here.

She had done everything she could to protect such a child, but why did it turn out like this?

Mariella had long been unable to sleep due to a heartache, as if she had heartburn.

“His Grace will see you now.”

Soon, Illeon appeared.
With an overwhelming height that defied the average, a sturdy body, and red eyes that were proof of inheriting the power of Oder, along with black hair. And a beautiful and dignified face.

This was Mariella’s first time seeing Elleon up close. She sincerely scanned him from the point of view of a spectator. He was an utterly amazing and excellent man.

But it couldn’t happen with Elicia. That’s how it is in a story. Especially when there is an intervention that insists on developing what has been determined.

Elleon fixed his gaze on the teacup, allowing Mariella to examine him thoroughly. Was he acting considerately towards Elicia’s mother, the Duchess? He was indeed a flawless man. Mariella inadvertently let out a hollow laugh, feeling dumbfounded.

“I will take Elicia with me.”

“Why do you think she is here?”

“Well, of course…….”

Of course? Mariella felt stung.

“Of course. You thought she would naturally be here.”

Elleon smiled at Mariella.