(Third-Person POV)
A woman with golden blonde hair was elegantly sipping coffee from a cup while seated on a large, throne-like chair. Her movements were extremely graceful, and it was clear she had undergone extensive etiquette training for a long time. After all, she was none other than Princess Kayle.
Kayle was gazing at the woman in front of her, who had turquoise hair. Yes, this woman was Marsiel, the daughter of Elbuanur, the fifth concubine. Marsiel stood nervously, trying to meet the intense red eyes of the person before her.
"Have you finally made up your mind? Will you help me?" Kayle asked.
Marsiel clenched her small hands into fists and spoke with determined eyes. "Yes. I will help you. I will pay for both my redemption and my mother's. I will assist you in catching my brother... But I have one condition. I don't want him to suffer... Please accept this request, Your Excellency," Marsiel said with a deeply depressive expression on her face.
