Bright moonlight streamed through the window, draping Diya in a luminous veil, while deep shadows drowned the girl on the bed.
The Witch approached carefully, as if afraid of waking the princess from her sweet dream.
When Diya reached the bedside, the girl's face was reflected clearly in the Witch's eyes. Serene, peaceful, beautiful—even asleep, the girl was a sight to behold. Just looking at her sleeping face was enough to feel that divinity that made mortals feel ashamed of themselves.
She was Sleeping Beauty, the "Lys" of "Lysithea," Diya's other personality, the true Princess Isu recognized by the Gospel God.
The princess had left the High Tower. The White Queen, the Black Butler, and the Red Death had also left the High Tower.
Only Sleeping Beauty remained trapped inside the High Tower.
Diya sat down at the bedside and gripped Sleeping Beauty's hand tightly. An immense fear slowly crept into her heart, and thoughts she had never considered before exploded through her like thunderclaps.
Sleeping Beauty was not one of her Sisters. Sleeping Beauty was Lysithea. Sleeping Beauty and the Secret Princess could only exist one at a time; when Sleeping Beauty was awake, the Secret Princess would sleep, and vice versa. That was why Diya's awakening and rebellion had never been discovered over the past dozen years. The Imperial Palace did not even know she had become a Spellcaster, because from the night she learned the truth, the terrified Secret Princess had hidden herself away. The only one who appeared before others was the oblivious Sleeping Beauty.
Diya remembered now. That night, after she overheard the truth, she really had run away. Because there was nowhere to run inside the High Tower, she had fled into her own heart—at that moment, Lysithea had split into the Secret Princess