Before Seongjin’s eyes, the same scenes unfolded once again.
“Urgh! Oweeen!”
The Barsha barbarian desperately clinging to Owen’s hem, and—
“Your Highness!”
The dedicated maid with a blank face, rushing over with joy, and—
“……”
The young informant, standing in front of the Holy Emperor with a wary expression.
“Shh. Edith. I’m currently hiding my identity.”
Casually pushing away the dedicated maid who was dusting off his clothes, Seongjin watched as Owen approached the Holy Emperor, as if in a dream.
“Father Bart! What brings you here?”
Yes. All events were flowing exactly as before, without a single change.
‘…I knew it.’
Seongjin already knew that the same things as before would happen. That’s why he corrected past mistakes and tried to achieve better results, didn’t he?
But what was this? Now that he was actually facing his father, a strange sense of floating, as if in a dream, arose.
Which one is the real reality?
[Morres.]
At that moment, the Holy Emperor’s voice came into his mind.
[Pull yourself together. I know you’re very confused right now. But you must not forget what you have to do.]
What I have to do.
[We have to go back. To the same time, the same place as before.]
Yes, I know, Father.
Somehow, I had a…