“Serafina Hayren.”

“You’ve come. Isn’t it a bit too late?”

But today, the always dignified attitude of the Grand Queen felt somewhat sharp. Sonatek wasn’t in a good mood, but he handed over the ‘divine trust’ to Serafina and hurriedly handed it over to Hardumsa as well, feeling busy.

“How can the culprit understand the will of the gods?”

“What’s the problem if you just hand over the divine trust? You should check if it’s being carried out properly and if there are no other issues.”

Serafina’s meticulous tone made Sonatek frown.
“Serafina Hayren. It seems like you’re having some misconception.”

Sonatek knelt down on the ground and kicked the thighs of the woman who was sitting on her knees.

“Ahh!”

“You are a servant. I am the representative who conveys the will of the gods. Do not crawl forward recklessly.”

Serafina groaned in disgrace, and as she lay her head on the ground, Sonatek spoke.

“The gods have commanded that you convey the divine trust regarding making Elysia Yutel the Crown Princess once again.”

However, today, Queen Serafina, for some reason, sent him a letter with a venomous expression.

“Yes. I was already waiting for you to come because of that. Look at this. The Duke of Yutel officially rejected Sabyel.”

Somehow, it seemed better not to publicize the engagement of Elysia and Sabyel when Elisia and Sabyel switched places. Hearing Serafina’s words, Sonatek tilted his head.

“He rejected? He shouldn’t be able to reject it.”

How could Elysia Yutel, who was deceased, reject a marriage? Sonatek, feeling baffled, almost tore open the letter.

[To His Imperial Majesty, a friendly letter. Regarding the engagement of Elysia of Yutel, she cannot respond to the union with Crown Prince Sabyel due to having someone in mind for her marriage. Please, kindly accept this request. Duke of Yutel, Gillian Baek.]

“What is this nonsense?”

To reject someone when there’s a person for marriage? She’s lying in a coffin, not asking to be left alone.

Sonatek returned the letter to Serafina, almost throwing it to her, and hurriedly headed to Hardumsa. Arriving via shadows several times, he quickly unfolded the prophecy.

The letters in the place he wrote that Elysia’s ship had sunk were small and distorted, as if crumpled.

It was a phenomenon that occurred when the timeline got messed up.

It meant that things that should have happened did not occur, passing the time in the original work.

“Is Elysia Yutel alive?”

No way. Didn’t Sonatek use his strength to go all the way to a distant sea to bring a ship and tear it down with his hands, just to see Mariela scream in agony?

Sonatek hastily waved his hand in the air, summoning a black bird. The small bird that flew quickly became a black pen in his hand.

“No. This can’t be. We must somehow create a place to send her back to the afterlife…”

Just as he was about to hurry to rewrite the text.

Ping!

With a sharp noise, the pen bounced off his fingertips.

“Ahh!”

Sonatek clenched his hand. The sharp tip of the pen bounced out of the prophecy, causing a thin and long wound in his hand, and blood began to flow.

“This can’t be.”

It couldn’t be corrected.

Sonatek considered it acceptable to use the power to push Mariela into hell when he didn’t have enough power to rewrite the development of the prophecy.

There wasn’t enough power left to create a new tomb for Elysia Yutel.

“Uh, uhh.”
Sonatek distorted his face beneath the mask.

During that time, he, too, had corrected the original work through the prophecy. The most significant modification was made to grant himself a special power.

If, because of Mariela, he couldn’t return to the original world anyway, and if he couldn’t fix things back to their original state with the power imbued in the tools taken from her.

Shouldn’t he ascend to the throne in this world like Odercher?

Now that he thought about it, although he felt the remaining power in the pen was precarious, he was greatly surprised because he didn’t expect it to bounce back like this.

“I have to fix as little as possible.”

He momentarily used a handkerchief to stop the bleeding on his hand, seeming determined, then grasped the pen again.

“…This is the best I can do.”

Even after writing a few characters, there was still power left in the pen. It was relatively easy for him to tear off the part he had fixed.

Sonatek, as if angry, took a deep breath and waved his hand in the air.

A black bird flew gracefully and landed on his shoulder.

“I can show hell in other ways.”

He soon concealed himself within the shadows.

Upon this, Roben and Esho quietly entered the storage room.

“What did you fix again?”

Flipping through a book, Esho sighed.

It took a while for Sonatek to find the place he had fixed.

“That’s enough. It’s right here.”

When Roben thickly held and flipped through the book, Esho made a bewildered face.

“You had to fix Elisia’s last story.”

“What? It really got fixed as Mariela said, didn’t it?”

Esho laughed as if amazed.

“We need to send a messenger to the Eastern Region. Lady Duchess is prepared as you desired.”

They quickly left the storage room.

Lately, Elisia has been acting strangely.

Illeon sincerely felt that way.

“How about going for a boat ride together today?”

“A boat ride?”

“I couldn’t enjoy it properly last time because I fell into the water.”

“That’s right.”

If only you hadn’t lied, we could have had a pleasant time. That day was our first date, right?

If it were Rona, after saying “That’s right,” she would have added something to shoot him down. The woman with an expressionless face, close to a pale white, seemed somehow sturdy behind her curt response.

“The weather is nice, so how about going out for a change?”

“Sorry, Illeon. I’m still not feeling well.”

Once again, she declined today.

“I’ll rest in my room.”

Moreover, she keeps looking like she wants to stay away from him, whatever the reason might be.

Illeon felt frustrated.

He wanted to know the reason, but he couldn’t ask Elisia because she wasn’t like this when they first started staying together in the mansion.

If she became upset for some reason, it must have been after they started living together in the Duke’s mansion with the permission of her mother and the Duke. In that case, it would be entirely Illeon’s fault.
However, he had not done anything wrong to her.

At least, that’s what he thought.

No matter how much he pondered, it seemed like Elisia was upset over something that, to him, was not a significant issue. Usually, thinking it’s “trivial” often becomes the spark for a major argument.

Illeon had seen such situations a lot at the negotiation table during the war.

“I have a good intuition.”

He was quite sensitive and trusted his instincts.

Even if Elisia said she doesn’t remember and didn’t like him, he didn’t believe it at all.

“Ha. This is really getting absurd. It could be resolved through words, but you keep avoiding it.”

He felt frustrated.

It happened when Reva and Mariela visited the Duke’s mansion together for some reason, and Illeon was taken aback. He wondered if there would be any formal progress in becoming an official couple with Elisia.

However, Mariela’s words were like a thunderbolt.

“Elisia. Return to Hadumsha.”