The Knight of Freyhem, Veron. He was an exemplary warrior who devoted his whole life to chivalry while living alone.

At the cemetery, Verons procession continued, and his coffin was placed in the ground. Julies gaze bore holes into his chest, staring at the scars caused by pieces of wood steel. At the same time, she recalled what Deculein had said.

He was a cheeky bastard who deserved death in the first place. He dared to covet something that wasnt his without knowing his place. It wasnt worth letting him live.

The world shook as dizzy feet carried her forward. Josephine supported her shoulder, steering her to safety.

And so what if the truth were revealed now? Do you think you can punish me? Her Majestys favorite?

They continued to ring in her ears as everything she didnt want to accept. They were all painful and cruel words and his look. His cold expression.

Anyway. Even that is now useless.