The Princess Wants to Live (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 142

One month had passed since the sky of Norden was stained an ominous, nauseating crimson that no one could have ever imagined.

Today, the wind blew—not a gale or a gust, but a pleasant, gentle breeze that softly brushed against the cheeks.

“The weather is lovely.”

“Indeed. What a fine day this is.”

It was a joyous day—the birth of a new royal house in Norden.

Originally, when the royal bloodline had ended, the nobles of Norden, after lengthy deliberations, considerable violence, and mediation by the Empire, had decided to establish a new royal family.

Consequently, nearly every nation across the otherwise peaceful continent sent congratulatory envoys, and Norden’s royal palace was busier than it had been in decades.

In the grand open-air banquet hall on the eastern side of the palace, where the coronation ceremony was to be held, envoys gathered in small groups, discussing everything from continental politics to trivial gossip without restraint.

Among them, an envoy from a country somewhat distant from Norden suddenly looked up at the sky and spoke.

“Not long ago, the sky turned pitch black. It’s fortunate the weather is so pleasant today.”

The envoy from a nation neighboring Norden shook his head.

“Did you see the sky that day? It wasn’t black—it was a deep, bloody crimson.”

“What? That can’t be.”

“I saw it clearly with my own eyes.”

As the two argued back and forth, others nearby chimed in, each insisting on the exact shade of crimson they had witnessed, creating a brief commotion.

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