"Why do you need this corpse, Aria?" Anastasia asked as she told her servant to put the corpse in the corner of Aria's room. "It's rare for you to request—"
"An old woman instead of a child?" Aria completed that sentence. She shrugged and sipped her tea, "I have my reasons, Mom. Just wait and see, I will win in the end."
Anastasia sighed.
She truly didn't understand what was on Aria's head right now. It had been almost a week since they moved to their new home. It was a small and rundown mansion, but it still had everything the pair of mother and daughter needed to live comfortably.
Honestly, Anastasia also didn't know what she wanted right now.
After she abdicated from her position as the Queen of Holy Achate, she felt that she had lost all purpose in life. All she did every day was handle small matters in her small domain and spend her time in peace.