Philip felt a slight flush on his face. It was because memories of the day he prayed earnestly to God in his dreams came to mind.

“I know you don’t actually believe in God. Still, don’t think I’m crazy.”

In response, Philip patted Vermilion’s shoulder.

“I’m a believer in fate starting today. See you tomorrow then.”

Philip’s steps toward the 4th floor of the northern area, heading straight for it, quickened. However, as he got closer to where Ellen was rumored to attend the party, his worries grew.

She had launched a dress offensive due to the rumors of Ellen attending the party.

Although divorced, it was also an expression of keen interest in Ellen. He even suggested meeting at a time when the king wouldn’t care at all.

If Ellen had any feelings for him, he thought she would wear the dress he gave her as a gift.

However, the dress Ellen wore today was unfamiliar. There was no response regarding their meeting appointment.

‘Am I being too one-sided?’

He became unsure. Even if she went to bed, he questioned whether it was appropriate to visit her like this.

‘Then should I just check if she’s sleeping outside the window and wait for her tomorrow at the agreed-upon place?’

Arriving at the northern area of the royal palace, Philip looked out the corridor window. Coincidentally, the black cloud covering the moon felt ominous.

He thought it was equally creepy for a man who wasn’t her husband to peep at a woman sleeping outside the window.

‘Isn’t that wrong? It’s like a crime.’

At the same time, the image of Mild Kyeong, holding Ellen and moving, flashed in his mind.

He became anxious at the thought of whether an unwanted sight would be in the room.

‘Doesn’t it feel wrong to go and check if something I don’t want to see is inside the room?’

Lost in thought, when he arrived on the 4th floor, he saw a door far away slightly open before closing.

‘One, two, three…’

Philip began counting which numbered room the opened door was. If Ellen hadn’t fallen asleep yet, he might gather the courage to knock and say goodnight.

He intentionally kept a distance from the protagonists, and the king seemed to have a liking for me, didn’t he?

Various curses popped out.

‘Damn! Why does it feel like a dead flag atmosphere!’

He wanted anyone to hear his curses. They might come to check what was going on.

But with his mouth sealed, and a sword under his chin, it was impossible.

It was fine to have momentarily lost his way in the vast and unfamiliar palace, and he was assigned a room after wandering for a while.

Now, all he had to do was rest well in the comfortable royal bed and prepare for tomorrow.

But don’t let your guard down!

In that room where we were ambushed, there were six villains.

Mild Kyeong, who was the first to be ambushed, lost consciousness. I was caught without a chance to resist.

The villains covered my hands and feet with thick fabric, then tied me up with a rope over it, preventing me from moving. They dragged Mild Kyeong, who had lost consciousness, in front of me.
Next, one of the villains opened the door and glanced outside before quickly closing it.

“There’s someone. Should we wait for them to pass before executing?”

“Do we need to bother? Just keep their mouth shut.”

As if showing off, one of the villains pointed their sword at Mild Kyeong’s neck. The sharp blade seemed ready to cut off Mild Kyeong’s breath at any moment.

“If you want to save even the escort knights, do as we say.”

“…….,”

The words hinted at a dead flag atmosphere rather than just the atmosphere, and on top of that, they said to do as they say.

Instead of responding, I glared at the villains. They placed paper and a pen in front of me and then released my right hand.

“Write as we dictate. Quickly.”

“…….,”

“Or I’ll slash your interest.”

There was no choice. I picked up the pen and started writing as dictated by the villains.