"It's late."
Aiden glanced at the deep night sky outside the window, then gave a slight nod.
"Your Majesty, please rest early. I'll take my leave now."
He did not stay any longer. He turned and strode toward the door of the private pavilion.
With every step he took, ripples of magic spread through the air, as if even the world itself was making way for him.
Creak—
The wooden door was gently pushed open, then slowly closed again.
Aiden's tall, powerful figure, like that of a Demon God, completely disappeared into the depths of the night.
Inside the pavilion, everything became quiet once more.
Eira stood silently by the window, staring in the direction Aiden had left. For a long time, she did not move.
A night breeze blew past, lifting the hem of her pure white dress.
She reached out and caught a spirit tree petal that had been blown down by the wind. On her stunning face, the corners of her lips slowly rose, forming a breathtaking smile.
