It was a law that one should not face the person who came to convey the word of God.

Surprisingly, the voice that made even the Emperor bow his head was young. The man who covered his entire face with a white mask stood confidently even before the highest dignity of the empire.

“Do you have anything to command, representative of God?”

“I came today not for anything else, but because of the prophecy.”

“Speak anything.”

“Announce that Elishia Uter is the candidate for Crown Princess.”

“Yes? You mean the daughter of the Duke of Uter?”

“Yes.”

The Emperor thought for a moment. He knew well that the Empress Seraphina favored Elishia as Saviel’s partner. However, he was bothered by the fact that Elishia had been a priestess but was now disgraced.

“Will there be no problem in Hadunsha if Lady Elishia’s memory returns?”

“There will be no case where Elishia goes back to Hadunsha as a priestess.”

The will of God was unknown.

Wishing for goodness all his life, sometimes he wished for trivial things as well.

Emperor Maxsis could not understand the reason.

“Is it sufficient that she’s a candidate, not the Crown Princess?”

“If we do that, things will flow naturally.”

“I see. I understand.”

When he obeyed, God’s representative disappeared without a trace, just as when he arrived.

The Emperor, who had raised his head, looked drained, like a man who had aged several years in the meantime.

“Gruh.”

A groan escaped naturally as he got up from the stone floor where he had been kneeling and praying.

Oder’s power.

Oder’s blood, coming down to only one person in each generation of the bloodline, was a symbol that he was the descendant of the one who had ascended to the divine throne.

Many things were promised in that blood itself.

Slower aging than others, long life, clear judgment and mind, superior strength, and Swordmaster.

Many ranked Swordmaster as the first thing Oder’s blood manifests, but that was the same as not understanding Oder at all.

Rather, not becoming a Swordmaster despite having superior physical conditions and strength than others was stranger. Oder could do anything.

The Emperor slowly headed to his bedroom.

His expression was lonely as he looked at the Emperor’s space, elaborately decorated.

Passing through that space and touching a device pulled to one side of the wall, a hidden door opened with a click, and part of the wall moved.

The Emperor entered.

Inside, there were a few pieces of simple and plain furniture.

A bed and desk, a few books on a makeshift bookshelf.

The Emperor undressed and sighed.

He was impersonating Oder.

But when he recalled how his late father appeared, no matter how much energy he feigned to have left, it was too much to reproduce the figure of his father in his memory.

Even the Emperor’s robe, adorned with layers of leather and fur, was so heavy that it was burdensome.

Slowly undressing, the Emperor looked in the mirror and took the lenses out of his eyes.

Click.

When he removed the lenses and looked into the mirror, the Emperor’s eyes were not red but a pale blue.

“Haah.”

The Emperor sighed deeply and lay down on the hard bed.
In the dazzling imperial palace, the only resting place permitted to the human Maxis was a small room hidden behind a luxurious bedroom.

(This is a time delimiter.)

By the time he arrived at the duke’s residence, it was already past midnight, nearing dawn.

“Huff. Huff.”

Leaning against the iron gate, Elishia caught her breath.

She had run so hard that her appearance was already a mess. She hastily wiped her sweat with her sleeve.

Just as Laurie had said about sending the servants away again, the duke’s residence had a familiar atmosphere.

Before she left the duke’s residence, it was the same as when Illeon’s eyes were still not visible.

Dim lighting.

Almost no residing employees, a quiet mansion.

And the duke’s residence’s front gate, neither locked nor guarded.

Elishia quietly opened the iron gate.

Creak.

With an irritating squeak, the opened door closed with a loud noise.

Thump, thump.

A nervous Elishia headed towards the mansion.

“Illeon. I have to see Illeon.”

The only thought that remained in her head seemed to be that.

That she had to check on his wellbeing.

That she had to know what had happened.

“Don’t apologize. Don’t act like you’re never going to see me again after apologizing so cleanly.”

She had hurt him.

“Please. Don’t do this to me.”

The bright red eyes were filled with sorrow.

Sizzle.

Just thinking about it hurt her heart so much.

Why was it?

The moment she came to the duke’s residence and saw Illeon crumpled and disheveled in a dark room, Elishia felt that she and he were of the same kind.

Herself, who possessed someone else’s body without memory, and he, frustrated with a body that couldn’t move as he wished.

Both of them had lives that were difficult to live as they wished.

Illeon needed limbs, and Elishia needed a place to exist.

Like substance and shadow, the sun and the moon, day and night, they leaned on each other without boundaries.

Butler Bernard was surprised that Illeon had changed after Lona’s arrival.

But Elishia thought the reason Illeon changed after she appeared was that the two complemented each other.

In that way, they were in a relationship where they gave something to each other and received something.

And one day, she wanted him to be happy.

Meet Carina, regain sight, and live prettily.

But everything went awry when Carina did not appear.

She wasn’t unhappy when she saw Illeon coming to the duke’s residence every day. When she saw him step into her house saying someone was looking for her, she even hoped that maybe he knew she was Lona.

Because, in the duke’s residence, Elishia wasn’t really Elishia.

In the end, there was no place for her to stay in the world of the book “The Flower of the Blind Beast.”

‘Was it impossible for both Illeon to be happy and me to be happy?’

With thoughts that were hard to find the right answer, Elishia was tormented all the time.

As she stepped into the quiet duke’s residence, she caught eyes with Butler Bernard above the hall on the 2ndfloor corridor.

“Lady Lona!”

The butler, seeing her, ran down to the 1st floor with a surprised face.

“Coming at this time. Where have you been all this time?”

“Where is Lord Illeon?”

“He is in his bedroom. More importantly, what happened? Do you know how surprised I was when you suddenly disappeared, leaving behind even the money I gave you as salary?”

“Well, there were circumstances. What about Lord Illeon? His eyes… What happened that he can’t see again?”

At Elishia’s words, Bernard’s face clouded.

“That… I cannot know why.”

Suddenly, a light came into his eyes.

“I see. Lady Lona. What was the medicine you gave His Highness before? We must brew it again.”

“Huh?”

“The only medicine that His Highness took and recovered his eyesight.”

“Ah…….”

Something invisible seemed to choke her neck.

“I’ll see the master first. Is he still awake?”

“He is awake.”

At the butler’s words, Elishia headed for Illeon’s bedroom.

Knock, knock.

There was no response from inside.

Elishia quietly opened the bedroom door. A single candle was dimly lit next to the bed.

“Lo, Lord Illeon.”
Slowly approaching, Illeone was seen leaning on the bed. He had his eyes open, but his pupils had lost the red glow that had shone like a gem.

Upon seeing that, Elysia’s heart ached, and tears flowed.

“How could this have…”

She couldn’t even finish her sentence.

“Did you come?”

She nodded her head and approached Illeone. During that time, she positively nodded her head, but the fact that he couldn’t see her doing so made her sad, and tears poured out copiously.

“Why did you come?”

Illeone muttered weakly.

“When you’re going to abandon me again at any time.”