“Yes, fortunately, before Hwangbi could do anything using the Heaven’s Bridge, we’ll be able to tidy up.”

It wasn’t an exaggeration; Yurisien obtained the evidence through her own blood. Now, the end seemed to be in sight.

‘Yes, evidence of the bloodline leaves traces of the caster’s magic.’

Turning his head from Jurgen, who was relieved, Benjamin looked out at the dark sky beyond the window. Despite the bright moonlight, it was an oddly eerie night.

Unlike what Benjamin had seen, in the sediment of Hwangbi Palace that exuded a sense of popularity, Greta yelled, throwing a vase beside her.

“Why did you call me at that moment!”

Startled by the sound of the ceramic vase hitting the floor, Heathcliff shrank his shoulders. The fragments flew, causing cuts on Heathcliff’s face, but he didn’t even let out a small groan.

“I didn’t know you would come. So, I was surprised…”

Heathcliff stammered.

‘No, I shouldn’t call her mother. Then, what should I call her?’

He felt very unjust, but now was not the time to argue. Greta was extremely angry, not even raising her voice. Surprisingly, she was never this angry even when Heathcliff did something ridiculous, always calmly facing him despite Heathcliff’s humiliating defeat in the past when they competed against each other.

In fact, Greta had never been angry with Heathcliff, even when they had a miserable defeat when they competed against each other in the temple.

In fact, Heathcliff knew very well that Greta had a peculiar affection for Everrium Count. So, Heathcliff thought that Greta treated him with the same affection as she did with her family. That’s why, in his mind, he considered her treatment as genuine love.

Until Greta killed Hopland, Count Changeback in front of Heathcliff.

‘No, maybe. I’m her one and only grandson from the outside.’

The relationship between Hopland Changeback and Everrium Count has been subtly distorted for a long time. However, Heathcliff still receives unreserved support and love from Everrium Count.

‘There’s no way she’d touch me.’
Thinking that way, Heathcliff, who had been relieved, was momentarily bewildered. It felt so abnormal because it seemed that one should naturally be relieved that a mother wouldn’t harm her child, but in this situation, it felt abnormal to have to provide valid reasons for reassurance.

After that, Greta broke several vases. Heathcliff endured the violent situation, as if he were nailed to the spot, without making a single sound.

A while later, Greta swept her disheveled hair back and said, “Sigh, go.”

“Yes, yes.”

Heathcliff left the room without expressing anger or embarrassment towards Greta, who had carried out violent actions. He had no more patience for the antics of a crown prince who would behave like a prince and run around as usual. There was no way he could continue to act like a crown prince when there was nothing left.

In the empty room, Greta immersed herself in thought.

‘The situation is not good.’

She had repeatedly told Heathcliff not to interfere as she would make him the prince, but Heathcliff kept doing thoughtless things. From the beginning, Heathcliff probably didn’t even know why Greta was so angry.

Moreover, instead of saying anything and trembling helplessly all along, look at how he left the room as if he had waited. It was clear that he didn’t even know that he had been deceived by Yurisien’s scheme.

“If this continues… it’s the end.”

In an attempt to kill Yurisien, he ended up getting caught. No, this wasn’t just getting caught; it was a situation where he had willingly sacrificed himself. Another plan had to be devised.

‘Another plan… a path that can definitively blind everyone’s eyes…’

In the sediment with no lights, Greta, who had been contemplating for a long time, suddenly had bright eyes.