And after Iver returned to Avalon with the egg, he first went to find Isabel and let her know he was safe.
When Isabel saw Iver, she ran over in delight and threw her arms around him, refusing to let go.
After the relief and joy had passed, she held on to Iver and burst into tears in his arms.
And it was right in front of everyone.
This young "Iron-Blooded Queen" wailed without the slightest restraint. Iver, meanwhile, held her gently and comforted her in a low voice. A reporter captured the scene and published it in the newspaper.
By now, no one would ever doubt the love between Iver and Isabel.
It was only after they had eaten and washed up, and Iver was lying beside her... that Isabel truly felt that "Iver had really returned safely."
She immediately fell into a deep sleep.
Maintaining the Puppet Mask Grimoire for so long had placed immense pressure on her mind. She had barely slept these past two days... and even when she did sleep, it was only to restore her mana. Even in sleep, she would enter the Dream Realm and prepare a detailed "contingency plan" for the next day's performance. What tormented her even more was the worry and fear in her heart over Iver's safety.
Isabel had not voiced her anxiety.
Because it would not change anything, and would only waste Iver's energy comforting her.
If I can't help Iver, then at least I won't become a burden to him.
That was a decision Isabel had made long before she became Queen.
That night, she did not drink, nor did she choose to enter the Dream Realm.
Instead, she sank into a complete, deep, and peaceful sleep.
When she woke the next morning, Isabel discovered that she