To My Beloved, I Present My Exquisite Nightmare (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 72

When Eustar slightly turned his head, the chandelier’s light fell downward, struck Pin’s jewel, and scattered in all directions.

The refracted light was dazzling. Laila instinctively reached out toward the pin stuck in his hair, then stopped herself and clenched her fist tightly.

Something is about to change, Laila thought. It felt as though a faint, ticklish sensation—like the soft earth swelling just before a sprout emerges—was brushing against various parts of her body.

“Shall we go?”

Eustar bent his right arm and offered it. At first, such an escort had felt utterly awkward, but now she could accept it quite naturally. Her slender hand, clad in delicate bobbin-lace gloves, wrapped around his arm, and the two began walking slowly.

In the dining room, a meal had already been prepared for them. After sipping a little of the warm, tangy aperitif, the first course soon arrived.

During her time in the royal palace, Laila encountered countless ingredients she had never seen before in her life—some whose names she had never even heard.

In truth, it wasn’t the grand chambers adorned with jewels and precious crystals or the seemingly endless corridors that amazed Laila most—it was these small things that struck her with greater wonder.

From their seats in the dining room, the eastern entrance to the royal palace was clearly visible through the large glass window. Amid the deep, heavy winter night, the occasional lamplights bloomed like flower buds rising toward the sky.

Laila, lost in the play of soft light and shadow, suddenly saw the pale, small figure of a child vanish swiftly between the lampposts. In that instant, she felt a chill run down her neck and turned hurriedly toward Eustar.

“What’s wrong, Laila?”

Eustar asked, puzzled. He glanced once at Laila’s face, then turned to look outside—but saw nothing. Nor could Laila see anything now.

“Was there something strange out there?”

After a brief hesitation, Laila replied with feigned indifference.

“Have many people died in this palace?”

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