While the Emperor and the Crown Prince dedicated themselves to quelling the Demonic Cult rebellion further, delving into negotiations with the cult representatives at the Imperial Hall, Angelica found herself uncertain about her role in the unfolding events. Seeking clarity, she ventured to the dungeon to meet Damien who was left to wait there.
"Your Highness, do you realize the seismic impact your proclamation will have on the Continent?" Damien questioned, his golden eyes ablaze with intensity. "Should the Emperor strike a deal with the Demonic Cult, endorsing the existence of another faith, it will undoubtedly ignite a fresh wave of political discord, placing the very existence of Rische in jeopardy."
Angelica, grappling with the shackles around Damien's wrists, finally managed to free him. She met the duke's gaze with a melancholic smile and spoke with assurance,
