“The problem is not just that.”

Benjamin gestured to Daisy. Quickly catching on, Yurisien changed the cold tea for her. It wasn’t because she was cold, but when the warm teacup touched her stiff lips, a bit of fear seemed to fade away.

“Mitchell.”

“Yes.”

Mitchell, who had been absent-minded despite the importance of the moment, finally responded to Benjamin’s call and started distributing documents. Normally, upon hearing that the problem is not just that, she would have handed them over immediately.

‘What happened? Come to think of it, Ivan and I came in a little late.’

Doubt and concern flickered in Yurisien’s eyes. For a moment, when Mitchell, who had met her eyes, pulled the corners of her mouth up and down as if saying it’s okay, Yurisien glanced at Ivan.

‘He’s never been expressionless, but now I can’t read his expression at all. Even in front of Mitchell, that boy, who used to be delighted like a dog meeting its owner, seems uncertain.’

‘Something definitely happened.’

Yurisien decided to talk to Ivan later and belatedly lowered her eyes to the documents Mitchell handed her. There were details about Adel.

“We’ve sent Adel’s body to Cophelor.”

“Not to the temple, but to the city?”

At Ulrich’s question, Benjamin nodded. Now, there was nothing to hide. Leaning slightly toward Ulrich, Benjamin spoke.

“There is also an outburst of Hwangbi in the temple.”

“That…!”

“It’s not certain. Only circumstantial evidence. But we judged that there was no harm in being cautious.”

At the mention that even the Pope Horay had some suspicions, Ulrich’s expression fluctuated rapidly. It might have been a better time when he felt like groping through the fog for a giant animal. The identity of the approaching enemy was too big and terrifying.

Yurisien’s face, just like Ulrich’s serious expression, was also stiff. Screams of horror were about to follow, but they never came out. Yurisien, like a fish out of water, barely opened her mouth.

“This… Is this investigation really true?”

It was unbelievable. But for the confused Yurisien, there was only one answer Benjamin could give.

“Sure.”

“Such…”

“How can this happen…”

Both Yurisien and Ulrich were speechless. Given that magical power found in Adel’s body was two in total. One was Kendally’s, and the other was something unfamiliar found in Hopeland Changeback’s body. A little while ago, it was revealed that Hopeland Changeback was murdered by Greta. If so, there was only one thing this meant.

“In the heart of the Solserion Empire, a Gypsy aiming for Yurisien…”

Greta Rodyt Everrium’s clear identity.

“A believer of Heaven’s Teaching.”

The Duke of Everrium’s mansion.

“What’s going on at this early hour?”

The man sitting down spoke in an unpleasant voice. He was a middle-aged gentleman with a well-maintained mustache. In front of Julian, who had a hood drawn over her head, sat a woman dressed in a draped cloak as if it was a tradition.

It was Greta.

“Did I come to the wrong place?”

Her languid voice trembled thin at the end. Julian didn’t answer.

Instead, he just let out an unpleasant groan once again, unlike before. At the end of it, the tip of the fine finger placing the teacup was slightly twitched. It was a thorn cushion. It wasn’t uncomfortable to the point of pain, but it hurt like the chest was being pierced.

“This is… my family.”

She spoke as if pleading, but there was still no response. In the end, Greta clenched the hand hidden inside the hood into a fist. It was the moment when Greta’s head was slightly lowered.

“Hwangbi has forgotten the teachings of the family again!”
Yurian slammed the armrest of the sofa and shouted loudly. Startled, Greta’s shoulders flinched. Yurian squinted his eyes as if he had witnessed a very absurd and uncultured behavior.

“Just because a leaking bucket is silent inside doesn’t guarantee it won’t leak outside. How dare you tarnish the Everrium family?”

“Oh, no. Father, I…”

Greta tried to justify herself, but she closed her mouth. She made a mistake. Yurian hated verbal answers the most.

“I don’t want to talk to a family that lacks manners and etiquette!”

Yurian stood up from his seat. Greta tried to follow, but Yurian disliked that too. In the end, Greta had to let Yurian leave without doing this or that.

Sitting in the empty reception room, Greta looked at the teacup Yurian had not touched. Her gaze was so immersed that it seemed she could stick her nose into the shallow tea and drown. Behind Greta, a familiar man appeared.

“Do not be too disheartened.”

It was Viscount Bolendo. He sat next to Greta and asked a maid to bring a cup of tea. Greta, who glanced at Viscount Bolendo and replied with a heavy voice.

“Yes. It’s my mistake.”

Viscount Bolendo waited for Greta’s heart to calm down while drinking tea. When he had emptied half of the tea, Greta spoke with a hoarse voice.

“When… When will Father acknowledge me?”