Marigold fell into the Yandere's arms

Chapter 112

It was a familiar pain to me, but I thought it would be an unfamiliar and painful pain to the newborn Amber.

"Ugh."

Amber burst into tears.

At the same time, people with their heads bowed straightened their posture.

"Father, why is Amber like this?"

Isabelle's face turned pale, as if it was the first time something like this had happened.

The clan standing behind Isabelle also began to murmur.

Among them, Isabelle's father was the only one staring at Amber calmly.

"Father, what can I do? Amber is very sick."

As Amber's cry grew louder, Isabelle's voice softened.

At that moment, a strong light burst out of Amber's chest.

"Ugh."

Isabelle couldn't resist the light and closed her eyes, but hugged Amber tightly as if she would never let go of her.

Suddenly, the flash that was strong enough to swallow the whole grassland disappeared, and the cry of Amber, who had been crying for the world to leave, also subsided.

"Hibb, heb."

As soon as Isabelle opened her eyes, she comforted Amber, who was still crying.

As Amber stopped crying, the murmurs of the Jesuits standing behind her could be heard louder.

"Isabel, show me Amber for a moment."

Isabelle showed Amber to her father with a worried look on her face.

Her father untied Amber's lapels and checked her chest.

"also."

The emerald-like green eyes sank deeply.

"father... ... ."

Isabelle, who followed him and checked Amber's chest, called her father in a trembling voice.

"Kiarosia was born."

A powerful voice spread through the crowd.

In an instant, silence fell on the meadow.

"Isabel, turn around."

Isabelle hesitated at her father's orders and turned around.

"The one who holds the fortune of our clan is Kiarosia."

As soon as his words fell, the Jueri clan knelt toward Amber.

Then an unfamiliar voice came into my head.

"My Chiarosia, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

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"Ugh!"

I woke up with a suffocating breath.

Seeing the ivory-colored ceiling and pink bedding, instead of the green meadow, seemed to have returned to reality.

"under."

In an instant, the tension was relieved.

I looked over the bed as well as my hands, wondering if I might have touched the jewel while sleeping.

Not even a single stone could be seen, let alone jewels.

'Is it really a dream? Why are you dreaming of this... ... .'

After seeing Isabelle's memories, she had never dreamed or fantasized about her.

I was confused by a dream that was more vivid than when I peeked into the memory.