The warm light of the bedroom seemed to block out all the shadows and the chill of deep autumn at the door, while the moonlight softly spilled over the knight motif carpet and the luxurious furniture.
Across the long table, the third princess of the Cerryti Empire, Alexia, was still sitting there. Her brown hair fell naturally on her shoulders, her eyes looked like deep lakes, yet they had already lost their lustre because of sleepiness. Under the moonlight, her cheeks seemed pale and translucent.
She seemed to have exhausted all her strength in vain struggles, only to encounter utter despair. As a result, hope finally shattered all over the ground, unable to piece together again.
"So, in your view, Princess Alexia, there's no trace of corruption in the Cerryti Empire, right?"
Lanci asked again with a look of understanding.
"No."
Alexia's voice was short but firm.
However, to her, Lanci's words seemed like a relentless whipping.
