Chapter 99: A Noble’s Fall

What was the point of my life…?

Emerald sighed softly inside the gently swaying carriage, her gaze hidden behind a black veil despite being the sole passenger. Her age was approaching forty, and her once regal stature now felt like a distant memory.

Her name was Emerald Aywood—no, she should call herself Emerald Geisel, as her marriage had already been annulled. Or perhaps Emerald Schlarc? The woman who once held the title of Aywood Duchess now found herself lost, not only in name but in identity.

How pathetic, not even knowing who I am anymore, Emerald mocked herself with a bitter smirk.