Confronted with Ambrose’s eyes that shone brightly but never lightly floated, Olivia realized.

That she would never back down.

Even Cryer, who was certainly beyond human in many respects, and Olivia, who knew some of the future, breaking a contract with the ‘God’ would be terribly hard and difficult.

So if there was someone who understood and could help the situation Cryer and Olivia were in, they should be welcomed with open arms.

But not everything goes so rationally and efficiently. It couldn’t.

Wasn’t ‘God’ Cryer’s revulsion and weakness?

If Ambrose hadn’t mentioned ‘God,’ if he’d just said he would help, things might have been a little easier.

But like poured water, spoken words can’t be taken back.

With a refusal as firm as a door that never opens, Ambrose took a deep breath.

Her red eyes seemed to tear her throat at once, still trembling, but her heart remained unchanged.

Ambrose was more innocent than anyone else and believed that everyone had good sides.

But she wasn’t a fool.

As the only heir of ‘Taren,’ she was quick and her mind was incredibly fast.

And more than anything.

Despite going through such dirty and dangerous situations like this time, she didn’t hesitate to lend a hand to those facing difficulties with pure goodwill.

On that day when the rain was pouring. In that place, Ambrose saw.

No, should we say she noticed?

The Princess and that rumored knight had something huge and unprecedented pressing down on their shoulders.

Perhaps that was the ‘God’ that the knight had mentioned.

“You’re opposing ‘God,’ right? I don’t know why, but you and your knight…”

Those who saved her life were in trouble.

Troubles she couldn’t even imagine as Ambrose.

So Ambrose didn’t think deeply. She didn’t need to.

“I want to help you.”

Ambrose, repeating the same words, was smiling broadly. As usual.

That’s why Olivia had to ask.

“Knowing what the result will be?”

Because she had just helped a troubled man, she was branded as the last sacrifice and kidnapped.

If Cryer and Olivia hadn’t arrived in time…

Ambrose tilted her head for a moment and then answered.

“I don’t know.”

A very simple, powerful, and lively answer.

“What…?”

“But I want to help.”

The words were light, the expression was innocent, but the core in Ambrose was as strong as steel.

And Cryer, who had been staring at Ambrose, slowly lowered his head and whispered in Olivia’s ear.

“She might be of some use.”

At that, Olivia opened her rabbit eyes and looked back at Cryer.

Since he was asking with his expressions and eyes without putting it into words, Cryer answered easily.

“Yes. She wants to help as much as me, there’s no need to refuse.”

“A few minutes ago, you tried to kill her for mentioning God?”

“I didn’t kill her.”

Olivia, who grabbed the collar of the shivering Ayi, asked.

“What’s the sudden change of heart?”

“Because I see.”

With a cutoff answer, Olivia pulled his arm and pushed her face toward him.

“What do you see, let me see too.”

Cryer neither pushed her away nor pulled his body away.

Instead, he moved closer to her, close enough for their breaths to mix, and whispered.

“No, it’s because I see overlap with you.”

At the quiet voice that flowed down her ear, Olivia unwittingly rubbed her chest.

Because it felt ticklish, as if she had swallowed a feather, maybe it was her imagination.

As Olivia tilted her head, she heard the voice of Ambre, whom she had momentarily forgotten.

“Do I need to move if you have something to say?”

It was only natural that Ambre was watching all of Olivia and Cryer’s whispers as it wasn’t a place where just the two of them were.

She could tell that Ambre was sincerely asking if she needed to make way in a voice that didn’t even feel the debris of surprise.

Olivia cleared her throat with a loud ‘hmm’ and waved her hand.

Ambre, who had half risen from her seat, sat back down, and to her, Olivia said something she didn’t necessarily have to say.

“I’ve said it before, but I have no relation to the Lion of Love.”

If she were an ordinary person, she would have nodded in time to the words of the princess, thinking that she might not know about love, but it would be such a tenuous relationship, repeating suspicion and conviction.

But Ambre was not an ordinary person.

Her sensibility and wisdom were sharper than ordinary people, but she fundamentally believed all people’s words in their entirety.

Of course, Ambre nodded heavily at Olivia’s words without a hint of hesitation.

“Yes!”

At that cool and firm answer, Olivia paused momentarily.

Did it seem so unrelated that she could believe it in one breath….

An indescribable, or rather, indescribable subtle emotion welled up, but it scattered when she saw Ambre getting up.

Ambre gracefully and utterly respectfully bowed to Olivia.

“For Her Highness the Princess, I, Ambre Taren, will do everything I can.”

Afterward, Ambre shouted with a bright smile.

“Please call me Ambre!”

Olivia, looking at her, whispered to Cryer.

“Where does she look like me?”