Dozens of meters beneath the domed ceiling, the voices of the three young people were faint but clear. The light in the hall was as soft as dusk, casting a golden filter over their figures.
"Karen, I'm truly sorry, but I still want to go with Sophia."
Enoer finally made up his mind and sincerely apologized to Karen.
The way he lowered his head made it impossible to imagine that he was a prince.
Karen stared at him with wide eyes, as if she could not believe Enoer would go back on his decision at the last moment.
Then she shrank her head slightly and gave a somewhat relieved smile.
"As expected... Prince Enoer must really despise me."
Karen's voice gradually became choked with emotion. Looking especially hurt yet forcing back her tears, she smiled and said,
"A girl of such lowly status as me would never have had the chance to meet someone like Your Highness if I hadn't been lucky."
"No, that's absolutely not it."
Enoer panicked at Karen's reaction. He was so flustered that he had no idea how to explain himself to Karen, who seemed as if she might shatter at the slightest touch.
His guilt was about to drown him.
Had he made the wrong judgment again?
He did not know why, but lately, whenever he had to make a choice, it seemed that no matter what he chose, it was wrong.
Enoer looked at Lanchi as if asking for help.
My best friend, save me!
However.
Even Lanchi no longer looked composed. His expression had turned serious as he watched Karen.
On the sixth floor of the library, Sophia angrily pounded the stone railing.
"She's doing it again! I understand this way she uses retreat as an advance now, but this time she's retreated