Bab 245: Helena [1]

Dried leaves blew in the breeze, curling up in tiny whirlwinds over the Royal castle of the Pargoina Empire.

Arianell quietly walked toward the front entrance of the castle along with her siblings, seemingly going to welcome someone.

Her expression clearly stated she didn't like being here.

What she liked was solitude—being alone, all by herself.

Her gaze moved with the rustle of the wind.

She wondered how good it would be to be like the wind.

A thing without thought, caring, or hurting… nothing but free.

"I heard from Father last night," Arianell's gaze turned towards the strawberry-blonde-haired girl, Sylvania. "… About you being Moshel's Sword Maiden."

Johnathan, the first prince, also nodded gently as he too was present at that time.

"And?" Arianell asked, looking forward.

"I apologize for all the things I did as a child," Sylvania whispered, her voice low. "I didn't know why Father always prioritized—"