She was the Adiand Empire’s hidden jewel, a name spoken only in sealed rooms. The former Emperor’s treasure. The hand behind the throne. She guided her son with merciless precision, erasing enemies while offering no warmth.

Even freed, the bird returned to its cage.

In the end, she died by her son’s hand.

Then Ett awoke as her.

Younger than him. Three years younger.

“I will remain in the shadows,” she said. “I will ease your rule. We need not meet often.”
He smiled, serene and wrong.

“Mother may rest in my land,” he replied. “We will reunite when I die.”
Too calm. Too devoted.

Ett inhaled deeply. Are you cursing me to die when I'm barely hanging on for my dear life? Little kid, why are you talking about your death so calmly? You're still too young! Too dark, just too dark. This child is too mature, which is a little massive red flag. No, everybody here is just mad. Period.

How have you been? I hope you're doing well, living your best life, or if not, still pushing forward one day at a time. Whether you're chasing your dreams, honing what you're good at, or simply surviving and waiting to see what's at the end of the tunnel, I hope brighter days find you soon.


It's been… a while. Life happened, work happened, and suddenly two years slipped by. I even had to reread my own story to catch up, so if you've forgotten things, too, or all of it, we're in this together.


I still love this novel deeply, and I want to finish telling its story. I'll do my best to bring updates again, and I hope you'll enjoy what's to come.


Thank you for sticking around or for finding your way back.


PS: To my new reader, thank you for giving this story a chance! I hope you'll stay for the journey, either way, I'm happy we crossed paths!


Chapter 58 - Greetings