"Leave, Evora," Ansel commanded, lifting his chin slightly, "Do not disturb my game; I am fond of it."
Ansel... he must want to change everything!
In the depths of utter despair, Ravenna Ziegler found the thread of hope that could lead her out of the endless maze, a dawn that pierces through all chaos.
With Ansel, if Ansel is there, then everything is possible—
"Wait... wait! Your Highness, Lord Elder Princess!"
At this moment, a discordant voice intruded upon the perfect situation twisted by Ansel.
Ravenna looked on in shock as she saw a stout man in utter disarray, stumbling towards Evora.
His expression was so excited, so fervent, and not even his charred, battered face could hide his passion at this moment.
Laurel Morlamo, how could he—
When Ravenna saw what the man was holding, her pupils shrinked to pinpoints.
It's the soil enhancement potion he has collected… now nearly depleted!
