A few minutes ago,
"Mom, you need to do something… he isn't someone to steal. Please, do something, Mom. Don't just stand there and ignore it!"
Lia begged her mother as they walked down the long corridor, her voice trembling with desperation.
After Aether got arrested, Lia had somehow caught wind of the news, and ever since, she had been clinging to the thought of him, begging before her mother, who didn't even glance at her… as if Lia didn't exist in her eyes anymore.
Mary had been ignoring her daughter's pleas. After all, this situation was not some petty trouble—it was a grave one… stealing Grenthollow and then burning down the entire sacred place?
That wasn't just foolish—it was unforgivable.
Even if there were no written laws in their Empire, going against The Grace was like raising a blade against the will of the gods themselves.
It was something that every single soul, every man, woman, and child would brand as a traitor… and their wrath was never merciful.
