"I don't know what you're talking about... I just finished speaking with Hamis VI. He's very interested in an alliance and trade. To keep the coming negotiations from damaging our friendship, I'm leaving them to you."
"I know. I meant the Succubus Massage Parlor."
"Abby! What did you need me for?"
Annan suddenly called out to Abby, the maid passing outside the door, then stepped out and closed it behind him.
Click—
Abby looked at him blankly.
"Never mind. Get back to work." Annan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Um, Young Master Annan, the Old Ancestor sent me to fetch you."
By sheer coincidence, someone really did want to see Annan, and the news was bad—
The Old Ancestor was returning to Montreal Mountain.
From last June to this May, the Old Ancestor had stayed in Free City for so long that many in the Montreal Golden Family had grown jealous.
Many of the clan's young people had never received such affection from the Old Ancestor.
Annan showed his reluctance, but he did not beg the Old Ancestor to stay. He could not remain under the Old Ancestor's wing forever. The first floor of the Mage Tower, three Musketeer Corps, the Arcane Core... Free City was ready to face the real, brutal world.
"Is there any way to restore the Princess?"
Annan watched as Abby led the Princess through the Sunflower Field.
The Old Ancestor shook their head. "A soul is the fuel that feeds the fire of our will. Without a soul, the body is nothing but ashes."
After pronouncing the Princess's fate, the Old Ancestor offered a glimmer of hope. "There are many ancient ways to bring a new soul into a body."
"A new life..."
But the consciousness born in her body would be the Princess and