Yurisien told the story of everything that happened after her mother left, as if she were talking to her mother whom she met after a long time. She was careful about her words, saying that her father marrying another woman, Lillian, was just a result of being enchanted.

“Heh.”

Seeing that, Greta chuckled. On one hand, the earnestness of telling the story without knowing it was fake seemed pitiful. But at the same time, jealousy didn’t cease. Even though she knew that Yurisien was being deceived again, and that the joy she was feeling was a fake created in Greta’s hands.

‘To the end, she never loses hope.’

Greta was jealous of all the processes through which Yurisien could grow with such a healthy perspective.

“If I had received love from my father, if I had been a great lady too.”

Rather than being led into the emperor’s bedroom by her father to be used as a political tool, if she could have been with a man who truly loved her. Greta thought her current situation might have been very different. Knowing it was futile to imagine, Greta looked at Yurisien inside the crystal bead. Hoping that Yurisien’s subconscious would be influenced by her.

After a while of doing so, smartly. Someone knocked on the carriage door. Before Greta could allow the statement, he informed her.

“The ceremony has begun.”

There was no word inviting her to attend or to come out and join. It seemed like he just came to inform the fact, and the presence disappeared soon. The one who successfully conducted the ceremony was not Dolores, but Greta.

However, Dolores was Greta’s aunt. All the credit went to Dolores. Greta didn’t bother to point it out, feeling that correcting everything was pointless. However, such treatment was quite shameful for her, who had lived as an empress.

“The fall of Soljereon… is it?”

Greta, who had deeply buried herself in the chair, mumbled.

At that moment, outside Yurisien’s dream.

“Oh, I’ve been waiting!”

Urgen, who had been holding Yurisien’s hand continuously, greeted cheerfully.

“I apologize for being late.”

Benjamin, who came with him, was none other than the Pope, Jorge.

“No, no. Thank you for coming all this way!”
Urgen extended his hand, asserting that he wasn’t exaggerating. Urgen, who never spoke empty words to the emperor, was indeed Urgen, but the situation was different now. The reason the Pope came here today was to lift the curse on Yurisien.

“You mentioned a curse that causes nightmares, right?”

“Yes, from what I’ve confirmed, that seems to be the case, but it might not be.”

As Urgen was in front of him and Benjamin was responsible for Yurisien’s safety, Benjamin also responded politely. Jorge, beyond the fallen canopy, looked intriguingly at the seemingly lifeless Yurisien.

The great Windsor and the practical prince of the temple. The two enormous figures treated me with enough respect to be precious to the Windsor lady.

‘I hope I can be of help.’

Even though Benjamin’s charisma is purer and stronger, his knowledge cannot keep up with Jorge’s. If Jorge found a way to lift the curse, Benjamin planned to join forces to help.

“Then, I will meet the lady.”

“Yes, please do.”

Urgen stepped aside, and Benjamin guided Jorge. Jorge promptly lifted the canopy. Jorge grabbed Urgen’s diligently cast hand, seemingly amazed by the lifeless Yurisien lying there.

“The curse is real. It shows joyful or desired dreams and curses that confine you to those dreams. The more you enjoy the dream, the stronger the curse becomes… a curse that traps you in the swamp.”

Cursed. Urgen, whose heart sank, asked anxiously.

“Is there a way to break it?”

Jorge, who had placed Yurisien’s hand into the blanket, looked at Urgen with a somewhat troubled expression as he opened his mouth.