The temple was located far from the bustling city center. Even though it was called a bustling area, it was a city on the outskirts with only small shops.

As Ariana and the knights walked together, people turned around, seemingly amazed that there were not many travelers in this area.

Ariana, pulling her hood deep, spoke to Sinié, “Dragons, right?”

Sinié nodded, “They were noble creatures that lived on this continent a very long time ago. They were incredibly large and powerful, often referred to as the representatives of the gods. According to legend, they were so enormous that they could fill this entire city and still have space left.”

“Wow, if you eat the heart of such a large creature, the power will never disappear throughout your life.”

“Sinié, I hope you don’t use that ability.”

“But, Your Highness, I don’t have any other talents unless I use that. I want to protect you.”

“Protecting me doesn’t always mean wielding a sword. If you learn more, you can help me with many things.”

“I’ll learn diligently. I’ll become smarter.”

Ariana smiled warmly, exploring the city that was said to be where dragons lived in ancient times.

It was a beautiful place, with well-maintained, elegant buildings, although not flashy.

Leaving the bustling area, the temple was situated up a narrow path, weaving through thick trees.

A place where the great Arhun, the creator, was worshipped.

As people created large nations, they began to serve various gods under the authority of Arhun more deeply.

God of war, earth, water, fire, healing…

While the faith in the lower gods could fluctuate according to needs, the faith in the great Arhun always remained deeply rooted in belief.

In fact, the state religions of the Empire and the four surrounding countries were all based on the faith of Arhun. Despite the growing influence of the gods of lower ranks, it could not surpass the faith in Arhun.

Ariana was guided by the temple attendants to the prayer room.

In the small prayer room that only one person could enter, there was only one table, and on it was a statue of Arhun.

Ariana politely clasped her hands and stood before it.

She had something to ask the god. Even though she couldn’t expect an answer.

“I’ve never believed in you for a moment.”

She did not believe in the god.

From the moment of birth, or rather, from the time in the womb, she had been rejected. She lived hearing words like, ‘A being like you should not have been born.’

Even though she lived in hell every day, she wanted her mother’s affection, so she did things she didn’t want to do and had to marry someone she didn’t love.

“Is this another chance you’ve given me? Are you giving me another chance because you felt sorry for abandoning me?”
Even after the passage of eight months, Ariana still couldn’t understand the reason for her regression.

“If you gave me a chance for revenge, what did you discover from me?”

Ariana was not the only one in the world harboring resentment toward the deceased. Countless people, dreaming of revenge after suffering unjust treatment and wishing for another chance, were dying.

But why her?

Ariana was curious about that.

If all this was the will of the gods, did they send her back in time just to live for revenge? Was there a favoritism from the gods towards a person who lived solely for revenge?

“I’m scared because it doesn’t seem like you…”

That was frightening.

At first, when she regressed, she thought it was the power of the gods. In her final moments, she believed that the desperate wish reached the sky, and the gods gave her another chance.

She never believed in the gods, but something happened that could only be explained by divine intervention.

However, as time passed, she began to wonder if her initial thoughts were wrong.

According to the teachings, even Rachel or the Third Prince were creations loved by the gods. It was unlikely that Ariana was resurrected just to give her a chance for revenge.

Then what was this life?

Could it be another kind of hell? Living in a hell called an illusion, already dead, created by my imagination after death?

Could it be that the gods were punishing me for cursing my birth mother Rachel and sister Helena and wishing for Victoria’s misfortune?

In reality, they could enjoy life in the world of the living, while I mistakenly thought I was seeking revenge in this fake world.

Was my impure heart towards my family preventing me from finding eternal peace?

Whenever something bad happened, Ariana doubted this life.

It was the same now that she learned that Duke Oberleaux was targeting her life.

She wanted to live a new life, surrounded by a caring family. Why was it still so difficult? Even though she was with a family that cherished her, why did she still have to protect herself from death?

Despite trying to accept it calmly, she couldn’t help but feel anxious every time an unexpected danger approached.

Ariana realized that her fingertips were trembling delicately. She realized that she was posing trivial questions to herself.

Her mouth was dry.