Dawn light spilled over the solitary island in the Northern Sea. Sunlight passed through the woods, swept across the wheat fields, and finally brought an unwelcoming dawn to the town that seemed buried deep in darkness.
The Beyonders, who had spent a tense night outside the town, stared eagerly at the settlement as it seemed to slowly awaken, apparently waiting for the first stranger to emerge. Then, they suddenly caught a faint fragrance.
As their gazes focused, they saw the red-haired maid using a Beyonder Ability to create a ball of flame, warming toast and milk she had taken from who knew where to a suitable temperature.
Meanwhile, the black-haired maid looked nothing like someone who had gone without sleep all night. She energetically pulled aside the tent flap, and after a burst of clothing rustling that made their hearts race, the woman in the white suit emerged from the tent, sleepily raising her head as if gazing at the distant, non-glaring sun.
"Elegant. Utterly elegant!"
At that moment, the young Beyonders' eyes nearly popped from their sockets. Even Earnest, who had lived for centuries, could not stop stealing glances. Only when the lady began enjoying toast spread with caviar under the red-haired maid's attentive service did someone finally snap out of that beautiful sight and become even more certain that she was a Demoness.
Integra did not care what they thought. Or rather, from the moment they set foot on this island—no, from the moment they boarded the Maryvis—they had already become actors in the script.
And all their suspicions, infatuations, suffering, and worries would become strength for her to advance further.
"The pull of fate is just that wondrous. With only the gentlest push, everything will develop along its predetermined course..."
Integra drank the warm milk, the corners