Latil furrowed her brows and looked at the knight.

Anakcha’s calling for her was bothersome. What did it matter to her if Anakcha starved for five days or six days?

Latil didn’t like any of her father’s concubines, but she gave them their due according to custom.

However, Anakcha was the person Latil disliked the most, and she came to dislike her even more because of Prince Tulla. Honestly, even if that woman was starving to death, Latil didn’t want to visit her.

But there was a limit to the sight of bloodshed. Everyone had already been startled once when she had killed her halfbrother, Tulla, without hesitation.

There was still some effect left from that incident, so there was no need to give a cold impression by killing that mother as well. Because killing could be done secretly at any time.

“Fine. I’ll go.”

The first sight of Anakcha, the concubine, that Latil remembered was ‘glamorous’. She wore an even larger diamond necklace than her mother, the empress, and she was a bright woman, arm in arm with her father, wearing an elegant crown on her head.

Anakcha had captivated her father like a blossoming cherry blossom. Every time she laughed, her father laughed ear to ear, and the little toddler next to him nagged to go fishing.

Sitting on her mother’s lap, Latil watched them and thought. Why is that woman leaning on my father? Why is my father here, leaving my mother there?

At that time, she was too young to be angry, and it just felt strange. After the picnic was over and they returned to their quarters, her mother burst into tears.

The second time she remembered Anakcha, she was angry.

To Latil, there was only one older brother, Leon, but one day, a little boy she had never seen or heard of came and boasted that he was Latil’s older brother.

He then advised Latil to listen to him well, and Latil, finding it absurd, kicked the little boy’s shin.

The little boy wailed and looked for his mother. When she was about to kick the pathetic kid again, Anakcha rushed over.

“So you’re just like your mother, the Empress! You’re horrible! You’re terrible! It’s awful to be so young!”

Anakcha, the concubine, yelled sharply and pushed Latil. When Latil was pushed back and fell into a pond, Anakcha seemed startled for a moment, but soon took care of her son only and left.

“Who was it? Who dared to push you.”

Seeing her soaked clothes, her mother was angry. Latil didn’t tell her that Anakcha did it. Even if she wanted to tell, she couldn’t because she didn’t know her name.

Anyway, Latil chose to keep silent. She was afraid her mother would be upset.

Instead, she gave a few more hard kicks to the shin of the little boy who seemed to be very precious to her, who claimed to be Latil’s older brother, the next time they met.

The third time she met Anakcha, she was glaring at Latil as if she was going to chew her up. Seeing her fierce gaze, Latil laughed for the first time since she faced her.

The woman who made her mother cry suited such a distorted look more than a smiling one.

“It reminds me of old times.”

And now. Anakcha was glaring at Latil just like then. Leaning back, Latil slightly raised the corner of her mouth and looked down at her through the bars.

She was bothered to come when called. But coming here seems to have been a good idea. Can it be this exhilarating?

It would have been good if her mother hadn’t entered the temple. Regretting it again, Latil had a good idea.

She had to write a letter to her mother. Her mother would also want to see Anakcha’s downfall. Wouldn’t it be even more pleasing to show this figure to her mother?

Latil didn’t say anything, but sometimes silence and expression can convey a more chilling atmosphere. Anakcha gritted her teeth and fiercely reminisced about the past.

“You’ve been a wicked and naughty child since your childhood. Yes. It reminds me of old times.”

“Not Your Highness, but Your Majesty. You should correct the way you refer to me.”

“There are only two people I would call ‘Your Majesty’. My husband and my son!”

Latil raised one corner of her mouth slightly.

“It seems that becoming a prisoner here makes you rather generous.”

“?”

“Back in the day, every time you said something mean, it made me so angry. Now, it just seems like you’re flailing around.”

Seeing the distorted expression on Anakcha’s face, Latil laughed even more cheerfully.

Objectively speaking, she could understand her perspective. To Anakcha, her child was Thelra, and the Empress’s children were competitors of Thelra. And in the competition for love, she always won.

But in the competition for the throne, her son lost.

For over 20 years, a woman who lived a luxurious life was cremated in the tower, so Anakcha must have been very unhappy with Latil now.

However, understanding her position and accepting her position were two different things. Wasn’t it the same the other way around? If Thelra had seized the throne, Anakcha would not have left the Empress and Latil alone either.