For Serestia, Emperor Alexander was not merely a ruler or a simple Father.
He was her hero.
She was her inspiration. The one she loved greatly.
Even if others mocked him for preferring peace over conquest, she always admired him deeply.
And Callista Frost…
The strict mother, constantly punishing and scolding her, still stood like an unshakable pillar in Serestia's heart.
Yet now, the image she carefully built throughout fifteen years cracked apart in mere moments.
How could someone her age calmly process such truths?
Are they even qualified to discipline her?
Back in the underground chamber, once Serestia finished recounting everything she heard, Callista's eyes immediately turned murderous.
Even though Serestia never mentioned Ares Frost directly…
Callista already knew.
"Ares Frost."
The name escaped between clenched teeth.
Serestia blinked in surprise.
"Frost?"
Callista slowly closed her eyes.
Several long seconds passed.
