Chapter 46…
The Princess of Mirage Makes Her Resolve – Part ④
What should she do?
The thought that there was someone out there trying to take her life was terrifying. Yet, she wanted to know the truth. She couldn’t allow the culprit to remain free, risking not only her life but those of the people around her.
And if that person happened to be Yoan… all the more reason to know.
But if the very act of seeking the truth came with danger…
Yoan’s words pushed against Felicia’s wavering back.
“I believe that the attempt on your life and your brother’s death are not unrelated.”
The moment her brother’s face appeared in her mind, the frustration she had locked away deep in her heart—and the sense of wrongness she could never erase from that time—rose vividly once more.
Her brother had been so healthy and full of life, yet suddenly fell ill and crossed into the afterlife in the blink of an eye.
They had supported each other through their mother’s death; their bond had been strong. But that bond was severed far too suddenly.
If her brother’s bright future had been stolen by another’s hand—how unbearable must his regret have been?
Her kind, wise, and beloved brother.
If there was a secret hidden behind his death, she would uncover the truth and bring peace to his spirit, no matter what.
Felicia lifted her head sharply and met Yoan’s gaze, her eyes burning with determination.
“Lord Yoan, will you lend me your strength?”
Yoan looked back at her and nodded firmly.
“Of course.”
Since childhood, Felicia had always felt that the land of the dead lay close beside her, waiting with its mouth open.
Her mother, her brother, and herself—she had once accepted that it was natural, fate even, for any of them to depart for that realm at any time.
When she lost her brother after her mother, she had resigned herself to it.
At times, she had even thought—if the underworld were to call her next, so be it.
After all, what worth did a powerless existence like hers have?
(If such a fate does not exist—if it was a calamity brought about by others—then I must face it. For the brother who can no longer fight, I will fight in his place.)
What stood there now was no longer the fleeting Princess of Mirage and Reflection,
but a woman standing tall, proud, and resolute.
Yoan narrowed his eyes as if gazing at something dazzling, and tightly clasped Felicia’s hand.
