Give me a sister’s affection. Even the scraps are fine, just so I can lick a little of it…

Prince Dvel Karloche, who reclaimed the imperial throne. At the same time, the princess’s engagement is annulled.

Princess Isha felt relieved not to be forced into a marriage she did not want.

In this cold palace, where not a single person was on her side, she firmly believed Dvel had reclaimed the throne for her.

But faith was nothing more than a futile hope.

***

“So after all… the one who should die isn’t me.”

Isha looked just like Mardi a moment ago. She looked like a woman who had just vomited blood.

“It’s not Mardi, nor Sardia.”

Standing at the end of life, twisting her body like a dying patient, she painfully spat out each word.

“It’s you.”

She pushed down the solid arm that had been resting on her stomach. Slowly, she turned her upper body and looked at him. Their eyes met.

“It’s all because of you, Dvel.”

With a face soaked in tears, she raised the corners of her mouth and stabbed him with a knife.

“Please die.”

There were no more tears in Isha’s eyes.

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