Even after being crowned as the Sun Emperor and finally becoming an imperial family, it was the same.

The reason for Orror’s existence not being known to the world.

However, based on her childhood memories, she had several hypotheses and speculations.

The Orror of a person with Orror is transferred in a special form to objects used or cherished by that person, according to her hypothesis.

Father’s cherished fountain pen.

The sword he had been with for a long time.

And her mother, who was the only love of her father’s life…
Although she couldn’t be sure if it was a memory from her childhood, there was a memory of thinking how fascinating those shining things were.

Father and mother sparkled.

And a few items that father and mother frequently touched also sparkled.

She didn’t know what it was when she was young.

That it was a scenery visible only to her.

Father didn’t know that only he emitted such light, and mother didn’t know that only she reflected that light to father.

As a young girl, Agnes thought the world was full of sparkling Orror from her father, the Emperor, and everything around her.

So, there was a time when she misunderstood that the Emperor was originally someone who sparkled.

After her father passed away and as she aged, she realized it wasn’t true.

Agnes closed her eyes.

Her father, who seemed to be alone, filled with eyesore auroras.

And next to him, her mother, who poured down brilliant multicolored light like starlight.

A celebration of indescribable light.

When the two were together, young Agnes felt like a goddess.

Just the dazzling spectacle in front of her was just fascinating and beautiful…

“……”

When her father was alive, the world was full of light.

But after her mother left the world, and a few years later, her father followed suit, Agnes lost the light in her world.

Only after that did Agnes realize that the light she had seen was her father’s Orror.

The words she had spoken thoughtlessly when she was young, interpreted by those around her as affection for her parents, were explained.

No one knew that it was meant literally.

So, her ability to see Orror remained her own secret.

“……”

Agnes remembered the first day she saw Arthur.

An apprentice or actor who came to the palace.

Maidens and servants around me.

Even the somewhat unpleasant traces of Orror that were sometimes left on the concubine’s wife.

It was when Agnes noticed the meaning of it.

Although the Emperor’s Orror left to people was faint and quickly disappeared, Agnes felt contempt for Orror in her heart.

Indistinct traces scattered around.

Not the dazzling pouring light, but something like smoke that scattered and disappeared.

It felt like the beautiful memories of her childhood were being tainted.

Despite her hatred for Orror, the innocent child’s Orror remained pure and vivid.

Instead of pouring anger and blame on Orror, she kept her secret.

That she knew everything.

In a mix of disgust for Orror, sympathy for Arthur, and some kind of longing, Agnes embraced the child as a grandaunt.

And looking at Arthur, Agnes seemed to think that someday, she might see that beloved light from her childhood again.
It was a hope that she herself didn’t know.

“……”

Duchess Pearl recalled the tumultuous stories she had heard about Arthur and Christina.

For five years, Christina refrained from any social interaction with others, quietly attending prayer masses for Arthur’s victory.

When they reunited, the two, in their strategically planned marriage, appeared quite affectionate, becoming a topic of discussion.

The rumor about their passionate relationship was spreading without any doubt.

Yes, such rumors were just gossip.

They could be exaggerated.

But objective facts couldn’t be denied.

They visited wounded soldiers together, and Christina, standing behind Arthur, shed tears. Arthur clarified her father’s responsibility in the case of inadequate supplies.

Christina cared for Arthur’s knights, who were excluded from compensation, by sending them money separately…

These were not gossip but objective facts.

So, she must have been somewhat prejudiced.

Thinking that Arthur would find a place to attach himself.

Knowing how useless it was to care about what others say.

“……”

Still, it was strange that nothing was visible to this extent.

Even Graham’s pathetic Orror left temporary traces on others…

At the very least, traces of Orror were left on the beloved fountain pen.

With such a strong Orror.

While possessing such a powerful Orror, he didn’t even show that much affection to a wife who supported him?

“……”

Duchess Pearl swallowed her disappointment, regretting her shallow thoughts.

…Well.

It was probably foolish of me to expect to see the appearance of my father and mother again from my niece and her husband.

I feel more disappointed than I thought. Duchess Pearl leaned against the chair’s armrest and sighed.

I didn’t expect to be so disappointed.

Or rather, I didn’t know I would be disappointed in such a thing.

Maybe I’m getting old.

“……”

Confirming with my eyes what is not there, I could understand.

Ah, I wanted to see it again.

His Orror, something I couldn’t see again from the Emperor.

Duchess Pearl walked down the street with her maids.

The maids praised Arthur and chatted excitedly.

Among the people on the street, stories were heard that Arthur might hold another formal wedding for Christina.

“……”

Duchess Pearl’s expression oddly stiffened.

Another wedding…?

Some articles about Arthur came to mind.

No way, could it be…?

Because there is a possibility that he won’t come back alive?

No. That wouldn’t happen…

Certainly, the priests confirmed it, and it would have been unavoidable.

The marriage contract was the best I could offer to Arthur on behalf of the royal family.

Arthur couldn’t afford to miss that opportunity.

There was too much at stake in that contract.

He must have known that if he didn’t proceed with the midnight ceremony, the marriage would be void.
“Ah, ma’am!”

Her maid shouted.

Thud!

A blond woman emerged from an alley and collided with her, falling to the ground.

The basket the woman held overturned, scattering white flowers on the ground.

“Oh, I’m sorry!”

The fallen woman quickly apologized, sitting on the ground and looking up at her.

“Are you okay?”

It was a surprised expression.

The one who fell was herself…?

The Duchess, lost in her own thoughts, didn’t pay attention to what was in front of her.

“Oh, no. I’m sorry…”

Agnes, pushing away the approaching maid, reached out to help the woman herself. However, she stopped and stared with her mouth agape.

“…?!”

Light was emanating from the woman’s body.