I was hoping that you would recognize me one day.
That way, I can stand by your side.
I endlessly and tirelessly hoped.
But what does reality look like actually?
“Psychke Silkisia. No, Psychke.”
In the 18th year of maintaining the castle, which had been struggling to do so, somehow fell sharply.
It was something I was so afraid of, but I didn’t feel anything. Was it because I am facing something more terrifying than that?
Psychke, who was on her knees with her head bowed, raised her face slowly.
Then, she faced a face cold as ice, that was also looking down on her.
“I know your fault.”
Once her Foster Father, but now a figure who determines her death.
He was saying something.
Although, no words came into Psychke’s white ears.
It was a strange work.
“I won’t talk long. You should be thankful that this is the end of it, considering the past.”
Until now? Was there something like that?
Accidents that had been standing still, went down slowly. She slowly lowered her eyes and looked down at what was in front of her.
Light green poison.
Extreme poison that can end one’s life even after swallowing one drop of it.
“Father, this is too much. Please show mercy to me.”
The woman next to her Foster father whined cutely. Psychke looked up at her blankly.
Her silver hair that curls down to her waist. Blue eyes that seemed to contain the cool autumn sky.
If there’s anything different from her, it’s the milder and naïve impression.
Other than that, they have the same age and gender. But, just exactly why is she standing in such a different position?
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RomanceAll Time Rank: #5006 Description I lived my whole life as a substitute for the lost princess. But the moment the real princess came back, "Let's be thankful that it ends like this." I was sorrowfully abandoned. ..... No, the ending would have been t...
