The only thing that could bind Lev was a pair of blood-soaked weapons and handcuffs, according to the word of the gods. Lev was strong. So, it was natural for her to be complacent, believing that she could not be restrained by something like handcuffs. Thanks to her ignorance, Seraphina was able to subdue Lev with weapons and handcuffs soaked in Ileone’s blood. There was no other way that would work twice.

Yet, just by Lev setting foot on the ground, she created a prison above the water, fearing him.

Seraphina wondered why the gods couldn’t touch the power of Odor, but because everything happened as predicted in the prophetic words, she submitted to it.

And finally, the awaited time had come.

She had completed the potion that would blind Ileone’s eyes with the blood taken from Lev, creating a venom so potent that it emitted a strange red aura when she received the vial from Sonatek.
Lately, Seraphina began to be engulfed in madness.

Capturing her mother with her son’s blood and robbing her son’s bright future with her mother’s blood.

What a splendid thing.

It had been a long time since Seraphina shed tears every night because of their existence, making Savie a lump of inferiority.

As much as I suffered, I wanted them to suffer too.

Satisfied with being able to fulfill her revenge with the will of the gods, Seraphina considered herself a grateful servant who chose revenge as her divine sword.

But the ship sank, and even Lev escaped.

The failure was so immense that Seraphina was terrified.

The representative of the gods descending from the sky was superhuman in his power alone.

She couldn’t imagine what punishment such a god would impose on her.

But Sonatek seemed indifferent.

“What happened to what the gods asked you to bring?”

“Th-the gods wanted this…”

Trembling, Seraphina extended a glass bottle filled with crimson blood.

The sinking of the ship occurred on the journey back to the palace after Seraphina extracted Lev’s blood.

It was a close call, and fortunately, she managed to obtain the blood of Odor that the gods had asked for.

‘Besides, with this, Ileone will lose his sight again.’

Thinking that, it was an item that she should have obtained at all costs, even if it meant exchanging it with her own blood.

“Good job.”

Sonatek cheerfully spoke as he took the glass bottle.

“Don’t fret about the ship. The gods probably won’t blame you too much.”

“Yes, yes. Thank you. Thank you.”

Soon, as usual, he disappeared without a sound. Seraphina quietly rose from her position, patting the skirt of her dress.

Unlike a moment ago, when she groveled, her expression was now haughty and cold.

Approaching one side of the Empress’s palace, Seraphina touched a frame on the wall. As she did, a hidden secret space appeared.

Inside were two more glass bottles identical to the one she had just handed to Sonatek.

“The blood of Odor, which I might never obtain again.”

The gods asked for it to be brought but did not demand it to be entirely sacrificed.

“Perhaps the gods should have known about this.”

Was the all-powerful god truly unaware that I harbored another trick?

Taking out three bottles of Lev’s blood, Seraphina deliberately gave only one to Sonatek.

“The blood of Odor…”

Concealing it like a touch, Seraphina’s eyes gleamed mysteriously.

Behind the modest house was a cozy garden, shielded from outside view by a high fence.

Ileone and Elysia sat side by side on chairs placed there.

Ileone had a bitter thought.

Elysia, lifting her chair and sitting a bit farther away from him without his permission, had been going on for a while now.

The distance between her and himself had disappeared quite some time ago.

Approaching each other without hesitation, they naturally reached out and touched each other’s bodies without seeking permission.
Even now, when I see Elysia, I wanted to embrace her.

It was a feeling of wanting to feel her remembered body temperature, bury my nose in her fragrant scent, and even throw a tantrum.

I’m a bit exhausted right now.

Why doesn’t she always stay leisurely by my side?

If I grab her, she flies away, and if I chase after her, she flies away again like a small butterfly.

There were many days like that, but today felt different, with a precarious feeling.

Since rescuing Lev as if something was about to burst, Ileone has been anxious ever since returning to the mansion.

“What’s the matter?”

Elysia was the one who called me first to talk. However, the weaker one becomes the one who regrets it. I, who was curious about her words, ended up speaking first.

“When I went to Lake Lorel today.”

Elysia slowly began her story.

“Memories from the past came back as vividly as yesterday.”

Unlike Ileone’s hurried heart, his insides burned slowly as he waited for the next part of the story.

“Being pulled onto the deck as if I had been beaten all over my body. Your mother, Lady Lev, asked me to save her and begged for just one hilt of a sword.”

Elysia looked at her right hand.

“Stabbing the Crown Prince with my own hand.”

Elysia’s indifferent pupils turned ominously towards him.

Eyes devoid of affection for Ileone.

Cold eyes that couldn’t feel anything for him.

‘Don’t look at me with those eyes.’

Ileone wanted to shout, but even that moment when she looked at him was so long-awaited that he couldn’t even muster that.

“But I couldn’t recall spending half a year by your side.”

“That could slowly come back to you after a few days.”

Elysia lowered her head.

“It’s already been several days.”

“If you go to the Grand Duke’s mansion, you might remember.”

“I don’t have amnesia. It was a life where I had to endlessly run to survive. But eventually, I faced the moment of prophecy and momentarily escaped consciousness.”

Twenty years old. Eyes that had sunk unexpectedly, not matching the dazzling and splendid age.

“The person you remember doesn’t exist.”

“Stop, stop it.”

Ileone denied.

Reaching out and grabbing her shoulders, Elysia’s eyes widened slightly.

“You’re here. Why…”

Ileone’s face twisted.

Seeing that expression, Elysia answered.

“You also know, don’t you?”

“I hate it. I don’t… I don’t know. It doesn’t matter if you don’t remember. I can remember.”

Elysia asks.

Don’t you know?

That the personality of the woman he loved melted away without a trace in the narrative play of insane people.

But Ileone couldn’t let Elysia go.

If he admitted that, she might never come back to him.
“I’m sorry we couldn’t remember together.”

What returned to him was the apologetic words of the priestess, a meager offering of an apology.

“Why apologize!”

Ileone couldn’t bear it and shouted.

“Why… as if you’ll never see me again…”

Ileone’s eye area turned red.

Could there be no warmth left in the large purple irises?

In a place where overflowing affection once resided, can there be no trace of it?

In Elysia’s indifferent gaze, Ileone’s heart shattered once again.

“I can’t force myself to be that person.”

“Your memories will come back. You’ll definitely remember me.”

Ileone said urgently.

“When you live in the Grand Duke’s mansion, you’ll gradually remember. You haven’t been to the Grand Duke’s mansion since that incident.”

“I’m going back to Hadumsha.”

“…What? Going back to Hadumsha? What does that mean?”

“I’m just heading to where I should stay.”

“You were supposed to stay by my side. Elysia, you decided to stay by my side. You can at least try, right?”

Looking at the nonchalant Elysia, Ileone seemed to realize something and looked at her.

“Do you want to try kissing?”