The Ulergen that Yuri Hsien recovered was more honest and passionate in expressing his love for his daughter than the father she knew.

A moment later, Yuri Hsien stood in front of the carriage.

Ulergen, who had come to see her off, still looked anxious as he stared at his daughter.

“Take care on your journey.”

“Yes, Father, you take care of yourself too. There’s no guarantee that the person who infiltrated the underground dungeon won’t invade the bedroom.”

“Then remember this. Cali secretly watched my swordsmanship, and it seems I’m quite good. I might be regaining the memory of my body.”

Ulergen, who was fumbling with Yuri Hsien’s hand as if he had something to say, hesitated, then resolved and kissed the back of her hand. Then he whispered so that only she could hear.

“If Heathcliff, that bastard, does something crazy again, make sure to kick him out.”

Attending the royal feast meant encountering the man who left a terrible trauma in Yuri Hsien.

He had been holding back from mentioning it, but he wanted to tell her once. Ulergen’s red eyes shone sharply.

“He’s no longer worthy of your love. If you have to love, love the strong and beautiful you.”

Ulergen’s eyes reflected Yuri Hsien, who smiled broadly.

(This is a time separator.)

Inside the carriage heading for the capital were two passengers.

Yuri Hsien and Daisy, whom she had chosen as her chief maid. Daisy, who had been a lowranking kitchen maid, was so astonished and unbelieving at becoming the mistress’s chief maid that she couldn’t sleep the night before.

“In gratitude, I will keep my mouth shut and knit lace from now on. So please read or meditate, and call me if you get bored!”

Daisy, who took the initiative before Yuri Hsien could be annoyed, opened her knitting bag with a sly expression. Whether she really intended to knit, she quickly focused, and it was a bit amusing. The more Yuri Hsien saw of Daisy, the more she liked her.

In fact, Yuri Hsien had sent out a call for the scattered maids to come back because of Kendal.

But they had already found other jobs in the past three years. Some had even started families, making it difficult to continue to invite them back. So it wouldn’t be bad to form a new team of chief maids.

‘Daisy wants to go to the royal palace, but…’

That was a matter for later. Until then, it would be fine to get along with Daisy.

Looking out the window at the swiftly passing scenery, Yuri Hsien lost herself in thought.

‘The marriage contract has not arrived at the temple yet. No, even if it has, it’s clear that the Pope has not yet breathed the divine power into it to recognize it.’
From the moment she knew of the existence of the marriage contract to today, Yuri Hsien never let her guard down for a single moment.

What was rather fortunate was that at this very moment, she couldn’t feel any definite signs. Furthermore, as the Pope’s official duties temporarily stopped from today, she wouldn’t have to worry at least during the Crown Prince’s return banquet.

Though a breakthrough seemed within reach and yet out of grasp, Yuri Hsien did not give up.

‘If this continues, it will be a disaster. But…… the disaster that the Emperor has already brought about, I can bring about as well.’

At this banquet, Yuri Hsien planned to propose to Heathcliff, who had informed her of their breakup and was willing to aid her in her soldoff marriage. No, to be precise, it was a threat.

Don’t even think about washing your mouth with just a breakup. The responsibility for hurting the heart that trusted a lover is nothing but that.

It hurt as if her insides were freezing, as she never expected to beg like this to the savior she once ardently admired. But Yuri Hsien’s thoughts were never shaken.

Yuri Hsien’s eyes, recalling the unseen imperial star and Heathcliff standing in front of it, looking at her, darkly shone.