"Marquis Johnson is dead."
"Then, should we start our plans? We waited decades for this."
Neirin's ears twitched. All of her senses were alert despite her looking down.
Hope…
Grace…
Salvation…
She thinks that she still has those feelings to free herself. Yet, all the hope she was holding shattered into oblivion as soon as she heard those words from the magicians.
The purpose of her life.
She thought that in this life, she could change the future. She thought she had what it took. She utilized the power of the court of miracles. She warned those nobles who wanted to take the position of Vincent.
She gave letters. Utter words of assurance. Begged for prayers and mercy. She dreamed of a future when she could casually call Vincent her brother. She dreamed of one day, she'll be getting her invitation to his own wedding.
The future she dreams of. And the end that she wanted.
