Ula sat with her head bowed in the room.
The room was in a tower of Kema Royal Palace. After Kira had regained control of the entire palace, she had set it aside as a new residence for Ula alone.
The room was lavishly decorated, and every window offered a view of the scenery outside.
But Ula couldn't leave.
Kira had sealed the entire room with Witchcraft. Only small supplies of food could be brought inside.
So despite its lavishness and beautiful view, the room was, in every sense, a prison.
No matter how much she sympathized with Ula's plight, Kira couldn't possibly set her free.
Ula had helped Flim ambush Gorsa, causing the ordinary people left in the castle that day to suffer intense Light Attribute Radiation.
Half of them had died in the disaster. The rest had fallen ill.
They were Kira's subjects. Ula might not care about them, but Kira did.
Kira had sent Court Wizards to treat the ordinary people and had also ordered people to search the Royal City for anyone else who might have been harmed.
Fortunately, Gorsa had counterattacked quickly that day, and the Aurora Realm hadn't spread too far. Otherwise, the entire Royal City might have become a city of the dead.
Kira had shuddered with fear when she learned the full story afterward.
After locking Ula away, she had visited her once.
Ula had spent the entire visit with her head lowered, saying nothing.
Today, Gorsa had finally left the Kema Principality, so Kira had come to see Ula again.
Noticing the figure outside the window, Ula slowly raised her head.
Her face was pale and her expression numb. She looked at Kira as if asking, "When are you going to kill me?"
Though Gorsa had devoured most of Flim's divided