The Suddenly Appearing Demon (1)

The two of them returned to Amnath City in just one day, traveling without rest.

Throughout the journey, Ang remained taciturn. Margherita did not chat with him as she usually did either. She merely sat quietly in the carriage, occasionally stealing glances at him, yet never opening her mouth.

It was already evening when they arrived at the Governor's Mansion. The sunset spilled over the lofty spires, making the courtyard walls glow like fire.

As Ang stepped down from the carriage, he said calmly, "Get some rest early. Stay at the Governor's Mansion from now on and wait for His Highness to come back for you."

He said it lightly, but his words were like a blade, severing the distance that had gradually closed between them during this time.

Margherita pressed her lips together slightly, as though she had something to say, but the words died on her lips and became silence.

In the end, she merely nodded gently, as if accepting it, or perhaps simply resigned to it.

Ang did not look at her again. He turned and headed toward Natiya and Quintina's workshop, his shadow stretching longer in the fading light.

Margherita stood where she was, tears swirling in her eyes but refusing to fall, as if she could not bear to cry.

She watched Ang's back disappear at the end of the corridor. Even the air seemed to grow heavy. At last, she sighed softly, lowered her head, and returned to her room.

A maid responsible for attending to her noticed that something was wrong with her expression and asked carefully, "Miss Margherita, are you feeling unwell?"

Margherita did not respond, as if she had not heard the call at all. She pushed open the door and entered her room, gently closing it behind her as silence