INICIAR SESIÓNSelen sighed, then gazed out toward the corridor window. A light snow was beginning to fall in the backyard, blanketing the carriage tracks that had just passed that morning.Suddenly, heavy footsteps echoed from the end of the hallway. He turned to find Matthew—Sirius's chief guard—approaching with a tense expression."Lord Selen." Matthew offered a brief bow. "The Countess requests your presence in her study.""Now? I just passed by her.""Please go without letting anyone know. She said it is important."Selen gave a subtle nod. He handed the stack of reports to Matthew without another word, then started walking ahead.The Countess's study was located at the end of the northern corridor, its door layered in wood and carved with the Sirius family crest. Selen knocked twice before entering.Countess Sirius sat behind her desk, pressing her temples with her fingers. Before her lay an unopened envelope sealed with red wax."Sit," she said, without looking up.Selen complied. He stared a
Silence still hung over the Sirius estate that morning. The servants went about their usual duties, but beneath the quiet bustle, hushed whispers echoed through the halls."I heard Master Carl was actually imprisoned," one of the kitchen maidservants murmured to her companion, her hands never stopping as she wiped down a plate. "And to think he had the strongest claim to the inheritance.""Shh. Not so loud." The other glanced nervously toward the door. "No matter how strong a claim someone has, if they go so far as to harm their own family... that's a different story.""How could he be so cold-hearted?""I know, I can't wrap my head around it either. Wasn't the Count so fond of him? Yet Master Carl went and poisoned him.""That's why I've always said the nobles are utterly rotten on the inside."In a dim corner of the kitchen, the head servant stood tall, arms folded tightly across his chest. He observed the exchange in silence until the two maids finally noticed his presence. Terrifi
The Countess raised her hand once more, politely signaling that the meeting was officially adjourned."Thank you for today," she said smoothly. "Please return to your respective residences. I will inform you of my decision via letter, so there is no need to return home and spread unnecessary rumors about this."No one dared to object. One by one, the nobles stood up, bowed stiffly toward the Countess, and made a swift exit.They seemed eager to reach their carriages to discuss the drama they had just witnessed.Along the way, several nobles paused in front of Selen, offering reluctant handshakes accompanied by strained smiles as they uttered a title that still felt unfamiliar on their tongues."Welcome, Selen Sirius.""Thank you. I look forward to your support in the future.""O-of course. May you lighten the Countess's burden in managing the family affairs.""Rest assured, I will do my absolute best for everyone." Selen returned each handshake with a calm, refined nod, appearing as t
The Sirius residence had been filled with distant relatives since late afternoon, long before Kaelus and Roselyn arrived. The main meeting hall was crowded with dark-robed nobles.Their faces were rarely seen unless there was an interest worth squabbling over. And today was an opportunity to mine a mound of gold."I received a notice to hold an emergency meeting this morning, so let us begin." The Countess sat in the chair at the far end of the long table. Her body appeared frail and pale, yet her eyes remained sharp as she observed every corner of the room."We cannot leave this family leaderless any longer," said Elder Rowan, a white-bearded man sitting closest to the Countess. "Carl can no longer be relied upon. Roselyn is the next legitimate heir.""I refuse," Roselyn answered without hesitation."Lady Roselyn, this is not merely an obligation for someone carrying Sirius blood.""Obligation does not require me to abandon the North." Roselyn stood tall, looking at every single face
The remaining rain from the previous night still lingered on the large windows of the palace reception room. Kaelus stood near the glass, lacing his fingers behind his back while gazing out at the palace gardens, which looked gray and damp.Cedric entered without a single guard accompanying him. He tore off his cloak roughly, then threw himself into an armchair—looking just like a man who had just lost a gamble."Sit down, Kaelus. I don't like talking to someone who stands there like they're about to run away.""I won't be long, Your Majesty."Cedric poured himself a glass of wine, without bothering to offer any to Kaelus. "I heard the Grand Duchess is alright. Thank goodness.""She may not be physically harmed, but we cannot gauge how deep the wounds in her heart run.""That is precisely why I summoned you." Cedric leaned back, his eyes narrowing as he watched Kaelus from behind his glass. "Your wife is safe. The poison never entered her body. So in my opinion, there's no need for a
“It was precisely from Father that I learned to be a demon.”Carl's sentence sent a shiver down the Baron's spine. From the darkness of the room, he could see that the nephew he had once held in his arms and taught political science to had grown into a terrifying figure.“What do you mean?” the Baron replied in disbelief.“Oh, you didn't know, Uncle? Because of Father, Mother suffered, and I had to endure the shame. Because of a man who couldn't control his lust, I had to share my inheritance with a bastard child. How humiliating it was to share the Sirius name with Roselyn.”“It was not her fault for being born into the world that way, Carl.”“Exactly! That is why I blame
A stifling silence enveloped the balcony, broken only by the sound of Roselyn’s ragged, fractured breaths. Before her, Kaelus stood motionless, like an ice sculpture untouched by time.Roselyn lowered her head, trying to steady her racing heart. "Forgive me for forcing you to witness such a shamefu
Three days of confinement were enough for the bruises on Roselyn’s body to fade from a deep purple to a dull yellow. Thanks to the Elysium from her uncle, the wound on her forehead had dwindled to a thin red line.Vogard personally ensured that the mark was buried under layers of powder before drag
No one greeted Roselyn as she left the room. There was only a silence that felt like an insult, making her misery complete.A few servants were called to drag her away, but Roselyn brushed their hands off.Step by step, holding onto the wall, she walked down the corridor with every joint in her bod
Roselyn ran out without looking back. The night chill pierced her skin, shielded only by a thin gown, but it was nothing compared to the frantic hammering of her heart. It throbbed between anxiety and a strange sense of satisfaction for having just trampled on the Duke’s ego.The four-hour journey







