"Is the Demon Lord... dying?"
"How could he die so easily?"
The princess whispered to herself, her entire being seeming somewhat dazed, her stunning profile filled with a sense of bewilderment.
In these three years, she had been like a piece of decayed wood, devoid of interest in life.
Yet the Demon Lord was like a thorn in her heart.
It caused her agony, yet it also made her feel alive.
But now, the Demon Lord was dead, the thorn in her heart removed.
She no longer had to endure that heart-wrenching pain.
However, she had completely lost her way, unsure of where to go or what to do.
Witnessing the princess in such a dispirited state, the young maid clenched her fists, her almond-shaped eyes full of worry.
Indeed...
The princess was still caught in the trap.
Although she constantly spoke of revenge and every day she examined those shameful books, coming up with an infallible plan,
