Chapter: 8

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Astelle walked helplessly, hugging Theor.

With each step, dry soil and stone debris were stepped on.

The soles of her feet were sore and hurt.

It was because she was dragged out of her room wearing thin slippers without changing her shoes.

The cold air that permeated her skin cleared her mind.

Astelle wrapped Theor with the hem of an old coat over her shoulder.

The rose bushes on the stone wall filled the chilly dawn air with the smell of light floral scent.

The northeastern part of the continent was a place where frost fell on the dry land every morning until April.

Even though it is now May, the land is still experiencing cold winds from the mountains in the morning and evening.

A few steps ahead, an old castle used as a permanent residence stood against the backdrop of the bluish dawn sky.

The hat was dragged onto it.

The place guided by the knights was the reception room in the center of the castle.

In the room, there was a man in front of a fireplace with firewood burning.

Seeing that appearance, Astelle felt like her heart stopped.

She made up her mind and went inside.

It has been six years since they broke up when she was 20.

Kaizen did not change much from that time.

Black hair like the night sky and dark red eyes.

His appearance, which is more stunning than the torch that decorates the temple, has always been praised by aristocrats.

His appearance remained the same, but the current Kaizen had an atmosphere that looked more confident and stronger than when he was 20 years old.

Like a man who has lived as an emperor for the past 6 years, even though he is still young, in his late 20s, his whole body was imbued with natural dignity and honourability.

‘You’ve become such a wonderful man when I didn’t see you.’

Bitter thoughts filled the depth of her heart.

There was a time when she felt a heart-fluttering affection for him.