Evangeline leaned her chin on her hand and looked out the window. âItâs been a while since they should have arrived.â Even within a minute, dozens of small monsters were bustling around outside the open window, and some of them even delivered small scraps of paper densely written with tiny letters to Evangeline. However, the news she was waiting for hadnât arrived yet. âI guess I canât catch up with the crowâs speed after all.â She let out a small sigh with a tired expression on her face. Since Caelion had asked about Croadins, Evangeline felt uncomfortable all along. It was unusual for her, who never held back her words and actions, to keep her thoughts to herself.
âHeâs such an unresponsive guy,â Evangeline muttered a small curse. She was thinking about Caelion. He was the most attractive being she had ever encountered. His appearance, his voice, his roughness, but there was also warmth in his attitude. Thatâs why she wanted to keep him by her side. She wanted to tame him, just like she tamed her beasts.
âYou are confusing love with possessiveness,â Caelion had told her. But if the feeling that drew her towards him, the desire to have him, wasnât love, then what was love? It was a strong attraction that she couldnât give up on, even after being rejected multiple times. She recalled the image of Apollonia, who had told her last time, âI want us to join forces quickly,â and she had shaken her head. Creating a sustainable plan and looking into the future wasnât Evangelineâs nature. She only wanted to do what pleased her at the moment. That was Evangelineâs instinct and to her, that also applied to love.
*THUNK*
A gust of wind blew through the window. Evangelineâs eyes sparkled.
âDid you come?â As she commanded, a small brown-winged monkey appeared, revealing itself from the space where nothing was visible. It had big eyes and a squashed face. âYouâre late.â
Evangeline spoke bluntly, and the monkey scratched its head, looking embarrassed. âSo, what happened?â
In response to Evangelineâs question, the winged monkey began telling the stories it had heard and seen in the past few days. Evangeline focused intently, not missing a single gesture, movement, or sound.
âTo lure croadins? Is he insane?â
However, Evangeline suddenly closed her mouth the next moment. The winged monkey had started explaining the next situation.
âWhat?â
Evangelineâs face turned pale. The little beast went on to describe the battle it witnessed between Caelion and the terrifying power of the Queen of Croadins, as well as the dire situation he found himself in, in more detail.
âHe broke his leg.â Her heart sank heavily. âHe fell into a crevice and has been stranded for over a day.â It felt like her whole body was being struck by something. âThere was another human with shining white hair who came, but I couldnât rescue them. Theyâll probably die together.â
Her mind went blank, and she couldnât hear anything else.
As the demon stopped moving, she froze in place like someone who had forgotten how to breathe. An unfamiliar and strange emotion she had never felt before welled up in her chest. The thought of Caelion, injured and isolated in the mountains, filled her with an unprecedented sense of unease.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âWhat⦠is this?â
Suddenly, she touched her cheek and a few droplets of liquid touched her fingers. Tears. Evangeline was confused. It was difficult to determine the nature of the sudden passionate feeling that had come over her. Was it a sense of loss for ultimately not being able to possess Caelion? But Evangeline had experienced not getting what she had marked countless times. Each time, she was slightly disappointed, but this shock was something new. The winged monkeyâs face wrinkled even more and chirped in concern. It seemed worried about her.
âI⦠Iâm scared.â Evangeline spoke shakily, her whole body trembling. âIâm scared that he might die. Itâs just too frightening.â She bit her nails and then struggled to detach her swaying body from the window frame. âI have to ask for help.â
She had to let someone know about this. She wanted to rush there herself, but as a prisoner of war, she couldnât leave the palace freely. The only person who could make difficult things possible, the only person who could help her outside the palace, was a single name that came to mind in Evangelineâs head.
Apollonia.
âYour Majesty, itâs a message from Viscount Bayan. Itâs urgent.â
Adrian delivered the news that Apollonia had been waiting for. It had been quite some time since Uriel set off for Bamel Mountain. Considering the distance from the palace, it was natural that she hadnât returned yet, but the longer the waiting time grew, the more an inexplicable sense of unease settled in Apollonia.
âGive it to me.â
There were two letters. The one written directly by Knox was on the front page, and its contents amounted to only two lines.
[I donât have time, so Iâll relay the news I received. The enclosed one is a message brought by a knight dispatched to Bamel Mountain.]
It was a short letter without any greetings or inquiries. Following his words, Apollonia read the second page, written in a different handwriting, and her expression stiffened. She remained silent for a while, reading and rereading the contents of the letter.