“It’s really like a wild jungle. This royal place.”
After saying that, Sienna shrugged. Akkard, startled, reflexively called out to her
“Sienna? H—how—”
“Do you know what an irritating annoying little brother you are, Akkard Valerian?”
Sienna retorted instead of answering. She turned her attention to stare down Teresa. Caught red-handed and failing to execute her vicious intentions, she froze.
It was the first time that Teresa, always upright, arrogant, and commanding in the capital’s social circles, had faced Sienna Valerian. The silver-eyed prophet and Queen Margret’s closest confidant rarely appeared in public.
No matter how estranged a relationship between siblings was, blood was blood. What would Sienna say to someone who tried to stab her only brother?
It was the moment Teresa’s gaze searched the floor and waited for the shouting rebuke and reproach that would soon come her way. Unexpectedly, Sienna expressed her opinion differently, excluding words.
Slap-!
… … What just happened?
Teresa reflexively touched her half-turned cheek. When her palms touched her flushed cheek, there was a stinging pain.
“Now-now— did you hit me?”
Teresa belatedly asked in disbelief. But Sienna didn’t even lower or hide her hand raised from slapping her across the cheek, instead, she calmly affirmed it:
“Yes.”
Her impudence was infuriating. When Teresa, who felt it unjust, was just about to pour out curses. Sienna’s silver eyes, wandering in the air unfocused, suddenly looked straight at her.
When they met eyes, Teresa had a strange feeling that she was being sucked into a vortex. She witnessed it. The future tragedies that would have occurred if she had succeeded in stabbing Damia.
The Crown Prince would pounce and seize the opportunity to break their engagement, and Duke Valerian and Count Primula would demand justice and compensation.
The weary face of her father, Marquis Dmitry, who was struggling to defend her. Instead of being incredibly angry at a mistake made by a useful card.
And… … .
‘Dami, Dami. I’m sorry.’
She glimpsed Akkard’s miserable and affectionate expression as he shed tears, rubbing his cheek against Damia’s hand at her bedside.
Akkard, that arrogant man, was crying.
Teresa was stunned by the unimaginable sight. His gaze, looking at Damia, was indescribably desperate.
Then Damia sighed as if she was utterly fed up and couldn’t do this anymore. She wiped his tears away and comforted him that she was alright. Upon hearing her voice, Akkard became more emotional. It was as if a dam broke down, and he leaned his face on her lap and wept loudly.
He was pouring all his effort, energy, heart—everything into Damia with complete sincerity. There was no room for Teresa to intervene in such an intimate, deep, unrequited love.
What’s the use of arguing here more? Contrary to Teresa’s wishes, her actions only brought Akkard and Damia closer.
“And you’ll pay a great price—even more than that,”
Sienna whispered, showing her a short future. In the blink of an eye, Teresa was stunned as she saw many things flash across her mind’s eye.
“Now do you understand?”
As if to answer Sienna’s question, the dagger fell from Teresa’s hand. Then, the power in Sienna’s eyes disappeared as if it never existed there in the first place.
“Are you alright?”
Sienna turned her head and asked Damia. Damia nodded her head with a bewildered feeling.
“Thank you for your help.”
“Huh.”
Sienna nodded in a mystical manner, living up to her reputation. But she still had a cast iron pan in her hand, so it cut her mysterious image by half.
Damia tried her best but was forced to glance at the pan. Then Sienna, who noticed her gaze, asked in a strange tone.
“Do you like omelets?”
“It’s really like a wild jungle. This royal place.”
After saying that, Sienna shrugged. Akkard, startled, reflexively called out to her
“Sienna? H—how—”
“Do you know what an irritating annoying little brother you are, Akkard Valerian?”
Sienna retorted instead of answering. She turned her attention to stare down Teresa. Caught red-handed and failing to execute her vicious intentions, she froze.
It was the first time that Teresa, always upright, arrogant, and commanding in the capital’s social circles, had faced Sienna Valerian. The silver-eyed prophet and Queen Margret’s closest confidant rarely appeared in public.
No matter how estranged a relationship between siblings was, blood was blood. What would Sienna say to someone who tried to stab her only brother?
It was the moment Teresa’s gaze searched the floor and waited for the shouting rebuke and reproach that would soon come her way. Unexpectedly, Sienna expressed her opinion differently, excluding words.
Slap-!
… … What just happened?
Teresa reflexively touched her half-turned cheek. When her palms touched her flushed cheek, there was a stinging pain.
“Now-now— did you hit me?”
Teresa belatedly asked in disbelief. But Sienna didn’t even lower or hide her hand raised from slapping her across the cheek, instead, she calmly affirmed it:
“Yes.”
Her impudence was infuriating. When Teresa, who felt it unjust, was just about to pour out curses. Sienna’s silver eyes, wandering in the air unfocused, suddenly looked straight at her.
When they met eyes, Teresa had a strange feeling that she was being sucked into a vortex. She witnessed it. The future tragedies that would have occurred if she had succeeded in stabbing Damia.
The Crown Prince would pounce and seize the opportunity to break their engagement, and Duke Valerian and Count Primula would demand justice and compensation.
The weary face of her father, Marquis Dmitry, who was struggling to defend her. Instead of being incredibly angry at a mistake made by a useful card.
And… … .
‘Dami, Dami. I’m sorry.’
She glimpsed Akkard’s miserable and affectionate expression as he shed tears, rubbing his cheek against Damia’s hand at her bedside.
Akkard, that arrogant man, was crying.
Teresa was stunned by the unimaginable sight. His gaze, looking at Damia, was indescribably desperate.
Then Damia sighed as if she was utterly fed up and couldn’t do this anymore. She wiped his tears away and comforted him that she was alright. Upon hearing her voice, Akkard became more emotional. It was as if a dam broke down, and he leaned his face on her lap and wept loudly.
He was pouring all his effort, energy, heart—everything into Damia with complete sincerity. There was no room for Teresa to intervene in such an intimate, deep, unrequited love.
What’s the use of arguing here more? Contrary to Teresa’s wishes, her actions only brought Akkard and Damia closer.
“And you’ll pay a great price—even more than that,”
Sienna whispered, showing her a short future. In the blink of an eye, Teresa was stunned as she saw many things flash across her mind’s eye.
“Now do you understand?”
As if to answer Sienna’s question, the dagger fell from Teresa’s hand. Then, the power in Sienna’s eyes disappeared as if it never existed there in the first place.
“Are you alright?”
Sienna turned her head and asked Damia. Damia nodded her head with a bewildered feeling.
“Thank you for your help.”
“Huh.”
Sienna nodded in a mystical manner, living up to her reputation. But she still had a cast iron pan in her hand, so it cut her mysterious image by half.
Damia tried her best but was forced to glance at the pan. Then Sienna, who noticed her gaze, asked in a strange tone.
“Do you like omelets?”
