"I'll Be a Mortal"

After giving the people at the scene instructions to arrange the evacuation for the upcoming ritual, Theus headed to the Prince's office with him.

Blood Port's security was comprehensive. Theus passed through layer after layer of checkpoints before reaching the office building. Along the way, he discreetly observed the Prince—there was clearly quite a difference between him and the previous "Prince."

Whether in temperament or little habitual gestures, Isabella was completely different from the person before him. There was no need to distinguish them deliberately.

And judging by his demeanor, he was not making much effort to hide it either.

Theus had intended to probe him, but then reconsidered. What was there to probe? He could just ask directly.

If no explanation was given for such a crucial matter, there was no need for them to remain allies.

With that in mind, Theus opened the office door, gestured for him to enter, and took his seat behind the desk first.

The old butler Connor served them each a cup of hot tea before turning and leaving the room.

Although Connor had left, Ash remained in the room. She stood before the desk and stared at the Prince, making no attempt to conceal her wariness toward him.

"Tell me what exactly is going on."

The Prince across from him nodded and began to explain.

"You know Isabella, don't you? The one just now was indeed her."

The Prince was frank, immediately laying the answer before Theus.

Theus narrowed his eyes. Just as he was about to say something, the Prince's next words left him stunned.

"I'll let her talk to you."

Her? Who was she?

—Who else could it be?

Theus felt completely awful. He truly found it hard to believe.

The Prince slowly lowered his head—Theus was quite familiar with