A bewildered face.

“Do it?”

“After absorbing and enhancing my power, I won’t care about the temple officials. I won’t care about anyone who suffered any injustice.”

Tyrian opened his mouth wide.

“A-are you threatening me now?”

“Hey, what kind of threat is this? It’s a request for cooperation.”

“…….?”

Grumbling, Tyrian moved. Whether it was worth trying or not, it was my abuse anyway.

Swoosh.

I looked curiously at the blue figure disappearing beyond the door.

Not long after, Tyrian reappeared.

“How was it?”

He remained silent with a sullen expression.
“What did you see to make your face like that?”

“Tyrian?”

「Gestures of the primordial…」

“What?”

“I am sharing the gestures of the primordial.”

“What does that mean…”

「…….」

“Ah.”

After a moment, I understood. Late at night, a man and a woman in the same room and the gestures of the primordial.

I offered words of comfort to Tyrian, who looked uncomfortable.

“You did well.”

「Never again.」

Tyrian ground his teeth.

“Don’t make me do things like this.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.”

「…….」

“What does the man look like? Can you tell me that?”

With a disgusted expression, Tyrian stuck out his tongue vigorously.

Despite the overwhelmingly negative reaction, he willingly provided the information.

Familiar features. Listening to his words, I was instantly transported back to the past.

The face of a concubine turning purple, looking at me.

People throwing stones, calling me a spy.

Hildegard and Aris looking down at me as I embraced the pillar.

Various chaotic scenes merged and quickly disappeared. I closed my eyes tightly and opened them again.

The imperial spy who made me a spy in my past life.

He approached Aris just like he did in the past.

‘In my past life, this was the first time I saw him kissing Aris on the forehead.’

At that time, I pretended not to see it as if it were a prank, but thinking about it, that was my first mistake.

The next time I saw it, I had become a vulgar woman who clashed with an imperial spy.

I clenched my fist.

‘Alright. Finally, he has appeared.’

Step by step.

Tac-tac.

Footsteps echoed in the silent corridor. Giovanni, who came to meet the high-ranking priest, and Princess Laratu, who followed him.

“I apologize that my lord couldn’t be of help. However, this person is different. Cardinal Carlo can cure almost any illness with medicine.”

“I could have come alone.”

“He has face blindness, so it’s much better with me around.”

Princess Laratu glanced briefly at Giovanni. A blunt face. Since getting to know him, it was the most seen face in the past six months.

Strange. Why do I like this rugged man so much?

There was no need to follow me to this extent, even if she said she didn’t need it.

“I hope Cardinal Carlo’s medicine will help Vice Chief Kichev.”

Giovanni nodded.

The princess stole a glance at Giovanni’s firm jaw and muttered to herself that his jaw was quite handsome.

By now, in the royal palace, maids would be diligently filling her vacant position.

It wasn’t the right time to relax like this, as there could be a sudden summons, but it was not a moment to return immediately.

Although it was forcibly arranged, compared to the initial hesitation about whether to invite her to the reception, there was significant progress.

‘Does she still have thoughts of a national marriage?’
It has been quite some time since the prince spent time in the kingdom. Both the king and the kingdom seemed to have forgotten about the imperial marriage, but Princess Laratu never forgot.

She fell in love with Giovanni the moment she first saw him.

Princess Laratu believed it was destiny.

“Your Highness, what kind of woman do you like?”

It was a question she hesitated to bring up for a long time. Her face turned bright red.

She tightly held the hem of her skirt, suppressing her pounding heart, and leaned in to hear Giovanni’s answer.

“I haven’t thought about it.”

It was a somewhat indifferent answer. However, it was a fitting response, so Princess Laratu burst into a relieved smile.

“…Wait.”

“Your Highness?”

“I’ll go first.”

“Where are you going?”

“The restroom.”

The restroom! Since it was not a term a lady would use, the surprised princess lowered her head and nodded slightly.

Tap-tap.

Giovanni’s footsteps faded away.

“In the empire, it seems normal to casually mention going to the restroom.”

While cooling her red face with a fan, Princess Laratu, who was walking a few steps, suddenly stopped.

Everything was quiet.

It wasn’t the first time she visited the temple at midnight, but it was the first time it was so quiet and silent.

Glancing around, Princess Laratu turned her head in the direction where Giovanni had disappeared.

Soon, her steps retraced.

Tap-tap!

“The restroom is here, but how far did he go?”

Passing through the deserted restroom, she turned the corner of the corridor. In that moment, Princess Laratu hastily stopped and leaned against the wall.

Thump-thump.

Her heart beat rapidly.

She cautiously raised her head. It wasn’t a mistake.

In the corridor connecting to the prayer hall, there were two people.

Giovanni, whom she had been looking for.

‘Is that Ignazio?’