The Savior Who Bites My Neck (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 104

Ever since Ryan Henard declared his support for Sinclair alongside a considerable number of nobles, Anelie had been just as troubled.

“…….”

The townhouse in the capital.

Whenever Anelie stayed here, she always spent most of her time in the study.

It wasn’t because she particularly loved reading books, nor because this place was especially suited for solitary contemplation.

It was simply because Henry had adored this townhouse, which had belonged to her family since her grandfather’s time.

[Mother, when I grow up, will I be able to read difficult books like you do?]

[Of course you will. You’re so clever—you’ll have read every book here long before you even become an adult. I guarantee it.]

[Really?]

Yet, it was a cruel twist of fate.

Henry, who used to run into her arms with a smile as bright as the sun, had died before he could even properly open any of those books.

At Yuria’s hands.

Her sorrow only deepened with each passing day, and her pain gnawed at her life like a swamp. Having lost her only beloved family member, Anelie lived out her days like a withered tree, merely enduring.

For Anelie, this study was one of the few places still filled with memories of Henry.

Though she had seen his cheeks—once always flushed crimson—turn deathly pale, though she had stroked his cold, stiff hand countless times, though she knew better than anyone that she would never see Henry again, Anelie simply sat quietly in the study, staring fixedly at the closed door.

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