I didn’t know you’d be here,”
remarked Heinrich, hiding his bitterness. Sienna then tilted her head and responded:
“Because he is my brother and only blood.”
“You two don’t get along very well. You must have been worried?”
“Our relationship will improve in the future.”
If someone had overheard Sienna, they probably thought she was joking. But Heinrich was well aware that it was closer to foresight.
“Tell me, Sienna. You knew, didn’t you?”
When asked these kinds of questions, Sienna remained silent. Heinrich, who was accustomed to her silence, didn’t care.
“I know you don’t like to meddle in the future. But Akkard almost died. Knowing that, why didn’t you stop him?”
Aloof, Sienna was sitting still, like a presence that didn’t belong. Heinrich marveled at her faint presence, sometimes resembling a ghost’s and, at other times, so captivating that he wanted to grab her hand and hold on to her.
“If you have a mouth, you should say something!”
At Heinrich’s urging, Sienna finally twitched, trembled, and opened her mouth.
“… … A hopeless long life that cannot die without cause, and a death in the struggle to obtain the meaning of life. Which of the two do you think is better, Your Highness?”
“I’m going crazy— really.”
It was a ridiculous, obscure riddle. Heinrich, clutching his forehead, despaired at the fact that he would never be able to look into Sienna Valerian’s head.
But Sienna had little interest in his despair. She looked back at the future she had seen to make sure that she had made the right decision.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to stop Akkard. Even if her brother had not carried out the operation to infiltrate the High Temple, Heinrich would have somehow found another way.
‘But in that case, he would have lost Damia forever.’
After being abandoned by Damia, the rest of Akkard’s life was as cold and devastating as the wilderness of the north. He would have been tormented with self-hatred for the rest of his life, and every sleepless night, he killed himself little by little with alcohol and remorse.
There was nothing more meaningful in his life. Literally, he could not die right away, so it was nothing but a fleeting life, waiting for death to come someday.
Akkard would die after many years, and the public would call it a natural death. But Sienna knew it was a slow suicide.
So, she didn’t break this path. Sienna decided to gamble on another future.
‘If you fail, you will die, if you succeed… … .’
Fortunately, her gamble was successful. She could tell just by listening to Damia’s cries in the bedroom while clutching Akkard’s hand and sobbing into the sheet.
Because he had risked his life to save her father, Damia will give him one more chance. And this time, Akkard will never let her down again.
‘And I will have the most beautiful niece and nephew in the world.’
A satisfied smile spread across Sienna’s lips as she thought about them. When Akkard’s condition improved, she was about to return to the queen’s palace and practice her cooking a little more.
Her lovely nephew, coming in a few years, will love omelets.
“Are you thinking by yourself again? Huh?”
Heinrich, with his arms crossed, scoffed in a displeased tone. Even when she was standing in front of the Crown Prince, she dared to be immersed in her thoughts every time. Sienna, who never gave him a straight answer [t1v: hehe], was like a thorn in his side.
He didn’t know how to stop his eyes from following her. That ghostly woman haunted him.
“Please look at me too, Sienna,”
Heinrich muttered lightly and painfully, trying to pass it off as a joke as his hands swept down his face. But he also already knew.
The fact that Sienna Valerian did and will always belong to his mother.
I didn’t know you’d be here,”
remarked Heinrich, hiding his bitterness. Sienna then tilted her head and responded:
“Because he is my brother and only blood.”
“You two don’t get along very well. You must have been worried?”
“Our relationship will improve in the future.”
If someone had overheard Sienna, they probably thought she was joking. But Heinrich was well aware that it was closer to foresight.
“Tell me, Sienna. You knew, didn’t you?”
When asked these kinds of questions, Sienna remained silent. Heinrich, who was accustomed to her silence, didn’t care.
“I know you don’t like to meddle in the future. But Akkard almost died. Knowing that, why didn’t you stop him?”
Aloof, Sienna was sitting still, like a presence that didn’t belong. Heinrich marveled at her faint presence, sometimes resembling a ghost’s and, at other times, so captivating that he wanted to grab her hand and hold on to her.
“If you have a mouth, you should say something!”
At Heinrich’s urging, Sienna finally twitched, trembled, and opened her mouth.
“… … A hopeless long life that cannot die without cause, and a death in the struggle to obtain the meaning of life. Which of the two do you think is better, Your Highness?”
“I’m going crazy— really.”
It was a ridiculous, obscure riddle. Heinrich, clutching his forehead, despaired at the fact that he would never be able to look into Sienna Valerian’s head.
But Sienna had little interest in his despair. She looked back at the future she had seen to make sure that she had made the right decision.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to stop Akkard. Even if her brother had not carried out the operation to infiltrate the High Temple, Heinrich would have somehow found another way.
‘But in that case, he would have lost Damia forever.’
After being abandoned by Damia, the rest of Akkard’s life was as cold and devastating as the wilderness of the north. He would have been tormented with self-hatred for the rest of his life, and every sleepless night, he killed himself little by little with alcohol and remorse.
There was nothing more meaningful in his life. Literally, he could not die right away, so it was nothing but a fleeting life, waiting for death to come someday.
Akkard would die after many years, and the public would call it a natural death. But Sienna knew it was a slow suicide.
So, she didn’t break this path. Sienna decided to gamble on another future.
‘If you fail, you will die, if you succeed… … .’
Fortunately, her gamble was successful. She could tell just by listening to Damia’s cries in the bedroom while clutching Akkard’s hand and sobbing into the sheet.
Because he had risked his life to save her father, Damia will give him one more chance. And this time, Akkard will never let her down again.
‘And I will have the most beautiful niece and nephew in the world.’
A satisfied smile spread across Sienna’s lips as she thought about them. When Akkard’s condition improved, she was about to return to the queen’s palace and practice her cooking a little more.
Her lovely nephew, coming in a few years, will love omelets.
“Are you thinking by yourself again? Huh?”
Heinrich, with his arms crossed, scoffed in a displeased tone. Even when she was standing in front of the Crown Prince, she dared to be immersed in her thoughts every time. Sienna, who never gave him a straight answer [t1v: hehe], was like a thorn in his side.
He didn’t know how to stop his eyes from following her. That ghostly woman haunted him.
“Please look at me too, Sienna,”
Heinrich muttered lightly and painfully, trying to pass it off as a joke as his hands swept down his face. But he also already knew.
The fact that Sienna Valerian did and will always belong to his mother.
