The warm lamplight in the bedroom seemed to keep all the shadows and late-autumn chill outside the door, while moonlight spilled softly over the knight-patterned carpet and luxurious furnishings.
Across the long table, Alexia, the Third Princess of the Krui Di Empire, was still sitting there. Her brown hair fell naturally over her shoulders, and her eyes were like a deep, tranquil lake, though they had already lost their luster, as if she were on the verge of sleep. Her cheeks looked pale and translucent beneath the moonlight.
It was as if, after struggling with all her might, she had been met with utter despair. Her hopes had finally shattered across the floor, never to be pieced back together.
"So, Your Highness Princess Alexia, in your view, is there truly not the slightest sign that the Krui Di Empire has been corrupted?"
Lanchi asked Alexia for confirmation once more, sounding relieved.
"No."
Alexia's reply was clipped and resolute.
Yet Lanchi's words made her feel as though she were being tortured over and over again.
Alexia knew he had no malicious intent. He simply knew nothing.
But if he had deliberately asked her again, then his personality would truly have been atrocious.
What a pity.
She would never entertain a dream like an all-knowing and omnipotent Nation Protecting Hero coming to save her and her country. That was the sort of story that existed only in fairy tales.
"..."
Hughberlian did not dare speak from the side. She remained tense, carefully paying attention to every scrap of potentially useful information.
She could tell that Princess Alexia's denial was incredibly stubborn.
Under the influence of the Poet of Great Love, the princess's emotional fluctuations were especially obvious.
At that moment, Hughberlian was also secretly calculating her options.
She did not want Lanchi