Finally, the revealed color of the pendant was a vivid red.
“Ah… Ah…”
“…”
“How… Ah…”
“…”
She should have been happy, but she was sad.
Hope had been realized, yet despair overwhelmed her.
She should have felt joy, but sobs burst forth.
“Ahhh…!”
It was as if all her emotions, turned upside down, were tearing her mind apart.
Without looking away from the maddened woman, Reed spoke softly.
“I truly enjoyed our tea times together.”
“…”
“At that time, even that suffocating palace felt like a fairy tale gingerbread house. But…”
“…”
“It seems those days are gone forever.”
“…!”
It was a phrase Reminick often said in his childhood. Information only known to those involved was like a confirmation shot.
Now, Queen Rabiosa was almost breathless.
‘P-Prince Reminick…’
‘He really has returned… just as prophesied…’
Swallowing their astonished gasps…
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