She attempted to use the chill of the autumn wind to cool the chaos in her mind.
Yet, that powerful perception that could withstand ice, fire, and thunder and adapt to countless harsh environments made the chill of autumn hardly stimulating to Olivia's spirit.
...Those increasingly clear... impossible memories... what on earth are they?
Is it the distant emotions, long suppressed at the bottom of her heart, resurfacing?
Could it be caused by those nagging old ministers repeatedly advising her to take a consort and produce heirs?
She thought she had already let go of those immature affections that had been extinguished before they even sprouted.
That she would actually let the tiger return to the mountain, allowing him to be rescued..... ridiculous... it was simply an insult to the sacrificed soldiers.
Listening to the cheers of the warriors within the fortress, Olivia closed her eyes, silently sinking into remorse.
.... Suddenly, she opened her eyes.
