《Secret Lady》 Chapter 0 - Prologue Translator: ??? PR: Shulih Quality Checker: Time ¡ª- Her name was Yoo Seolwoo. There are many kinds of gazes a person can receive. Kindness, laughter, joy, unfamiliarity, vigilance, etc. But there were usually two types of eyes that would be gazing at her. Evasive glances, filled with pity or fear, if not loath. It was unfortunate, but there was nothing she could¡¯ve done because Seolwoo was completely different from them. In short, Yoon Seolwoo was a child who could see ghosts. It wasn¡¯t like she got those ¡®eyes¡¯ because of an accident or anything strange. She just had the ability to see such things. Since her mother ran away, leaving her alone in the house, Seol-woo was unattended even before she started walking. However, Yoo Seolwoo understood her mother. She didn¡¯t have a father, after all. It would have been difficult to raise a child by herself, much less a child who could see ghosts. Of course, she wouldn¡¯t have been able to raise me. She thought so. Fortunately, Seolwoo was raised by relatives until she entered middle school; that¡¯s how she was able to survive. During that time, no, from the very beginning. Making ends meet was Seolwoo¡¯s main goal. Every time she thought about giving everything up, she would be surrounded by ghosts mocking her. While laughing at Seolwoo, they giggled and urged her to join them. ¡®Don¡¯t you belong with us, someone who has no place to live?¡¯ Whenever her vision became blurred from crying, a thought would pop into her head. ¡°Who do you think you are?¡± And whenever she thought so, Seolwoo would stand up and do what she had to do. Even during the winter when she felt as though she was freezing to death and during the summer when she couldn¡¯t move, Seolwoo endured it all. Loneliness was her only friend, and the ghosts were nothing more than mere furniture. When she was 20, she cried alone from being overwhelmed by so many emotions. But she was glad she endured it all until that day. Seolwoo tried to survive despite the difficulties until she was hit and killed by a drunk driver at twenty-three. It was unfair. But it was also actually a blessing in disguise, as she was given a new life. ¡°Waah!¡± She, who usually would never cry, cried loudly. There was only one reason for that. Because she was a baby. When she woke up again after being killed in an accident, she was given a new name of Rosentine Argen. ¡ª¨C Come join our discord serve Chapter 1 - Her Secret Translator: Shuli Proofreader: ??? Quality Checker: Time ¡ª- Two pillars of the continent, one of which is responsible for geographical power. Rosentine, the eldest daughter of the Argen Duchy, was usually adorned with these types of words. With Reddish blonde hair and clear blue eyes, she was a beautifully elegant lady. A lady heiring from the Argen bloodline, who had mastered all her studies. There was nothing strange about the beauty that was Rosentine, who was full of brilliance. Except for having her previous life¡¯s memories. ¡°Uwaaaaaaaah uwaaaaaaaaah!¡± The first sounds to leave Rosentine¡¯s mouth in the continent of Acurana were loud cries. At the time, she couldn¡¯t find out anything about her surroundings because of her newly born pain and pressure. After falling asleep countless times, she would wake up again, and find herself in the arms of a woman who looked at her lovingly. It was Duchess Violetta Argen. Since her birth, Seolwoo was barely able to touch food and tried not to sleep. The memory of her death still traumatized her. It wasn¡¯t exactly typical for people to remember how they died in their previous life. But her new mother, Violetta, was a beautiful and friendly woman who always made people around her happy. In this world, there was no such thing as South Korea or America. Rosentine wasn¡¯t aware of that at first. She was made aware of this when she turned five when she received a wall-mounted map as a gift and exclaimed in confusion upon looking at it. Before that, she had just thought she was born into a foreign family. She didn¡¯t know why the memories of her previous life hadn¡¯t been erased. Nor was she disappointed to be reborn. About a month later, Seolwoo was startled after understanding the situation she was in. Though she was able to calm down due to Violetta¡¯s dedication. She cried a lot as a child. But whenever Rosentine cried, primarily upon seeing Violetta, it was because she was asking her for a hug. Realizing that, for the first time she able to experience maternal love, she cried even more. That was how Rosentine Argen was born. Born in Korea, dying in a car accident, then waking up in a new world. Her parents were good people that loved and soothed Seolwoo¡¯s heart, who lived alone without any relatives in her past life. She was reborn as the daughter of a noble family. Argen, a family that held the title of Duke. Although the imperial authority was strengthened by leaps and bounds, the status of aristocrats was reduced. However, its status has spread across the continent and beyond the Empire. While growing up, Rosentine gradually realized that fact. ¡®Oh, it seems I¡¯ve won the lottery in this life.¡¯ But there was a separate problem. Rosentine was still able to see ghosts. When she was three years old. She witnessed a horseman boy, who had fallen off the stable roof and died, waving beside the cradle, and an elegant lady who died 70 years ago waving her fan. TL/N: I might die if this happened to me. Nodding casually to thank her, she realized. These ¡®eyes¡¯ of her past life were still with her. Perhaps it was natural because the memories of her previous life still lingered on her mind. She saw some ghosts with their bodies intact and some who had lost certain body parts, but Rosentine remained calm. PR/N: How do you stay calm? I- Ghosts who were stabbed or fell to death were no more disgusting than seeing ghosts hit by a car from her previous life. Besides, I¡¯ve gotten used to such ghosts. ¡®This life will be different. I can¡¯t see you guys.¡¯ Seolwoo decided to live as Rosentine, hiding that she could ¡®see.¡¯ A loving mother and a gentle father. Everything she had always wanted was here. It was a different experience from having someone abandon her because they were terrified just by the sight of her. Since Rosentine had memories of her past life, she was careful not to repeat the same mistakes. She kept her ability wholly hidden from everyone, making sure no one knew her secret. When Rosentine was six years old, her younger sibling Corte was born, and her resolution became even more potent. The moment the young, blond, angelic child grabbed Rosentine¡¯s finger, she was overwhelmed. Corte smiled while crying when she saw Rosentine. Her one and only small, younger sister. Corte was the first person Rosentine would protect. She had never known such warmth before. Due to her innate intelligence from her previous life, she started her education earlier than others. Rosentine soon found out that this decision of hers was horrifyingly fortunate. ¡®This Nation was the problem, huh?¡¯ So, the problem seemed to be that ¡®sorcery is forbidden,¡¯ or ¡®any magic is prohibited. Except as authorized by the Empire.¡¯ No one could practice sorcery in Kartazen without being under constant surveillance and being severely oppressed. The same was true for Rosentine. She couldn¡¯t do magic, and above all, she wasn¡¯t interested. Rosentine¡¯s least favorite thing was legged bugs or slippery animals such as a toad or a frog or a centipede. She found them highly repulsive. Therefore, Rosentine could not have been interested in sorcery or illegal magic, where the main ingredients of research were found in the yard. However, listening to the stories of the dead and communicating with them was like magic, in the consciousness of ordinary people. She has repeated this process countless times in her previous life. She¡¯d tried to warn people dozens, possibly hundreds, of times about the dangers surrounding them, but they just looked at her with contempt. There was also a time when she was slapped because they said she offended them. It was understandable even to her. How creepy it must have been to tell them to fear something they didn¡¯t know about. That¡¯s why this time around, she kept her mouth shut as much as possible and hid. Here, the same was true of the Duke of Argen. A sweet father. Heimt Argen stood up next to the Emperor, assisted by the resourceful work of Argen. Heimt, who grew up with the Emperor since he was young, would come back with his head held in his hands after every imperial meeting and always drank wine with his wife. He once said that as a reward for dealing with so many idiots. He should be rewarded with the most beautiful flowers in the world. With the birth of Rosentine and Corte, two beautiful flowers were indeed rewarded to him. Rosentine also considered her mother a flower. No, she was definitely a flower in every sense of the word. Elegant manner, tenderness, and even a refined way of thinking. It was also Violetta, who had taught Rosentine to do as she pleased and to always do whatever she thought was right. This came from the fact that she had been educated by a governess. To live as a noble lady, which depressed her. TL/N: another excellent dead mother? Damn. There were hundreds of times her secret lingered around her lips. ¡®Maybe she¡¯ll be able to understand me.¡¯ A secret is to be kept between a few people anyway. But still, her decision remained the same. When Corte was ten years old, Rosentine ended up sharing the secret with her sister. Kartazen¡¯s non-magic oppression was pretty brutal. Rosentine learned that in the Empire¡¯s history class and nodded. It meant the so-called ¡°enemy¡± was officially appointed. ¡®Then you can¡¯t be an enemy.¡¯ I thought so, too, until a while ago. Rosentine thought she could live in silence forever. If she tried desperately, she could find the right man to marry and find happiness that she couldn¡¯t taste in her previous life. Violetta passed away, but Heimt never abandoned Rosentine. However, now she was trying to reveal the secret she had kept all this time. That was how the incident started. It was a long time ago, but it was no exaggeration to say that it all started then. If she hadn¡¯t gone to the palace that day, Rosentine wouldn¡¯t have jumped into that. No, she would just have mourned the result only after everything was over. ¡ª- Come join our discord serve Chapter 2 Translator: 444 Proofreader: Shuli QC: ??? ¡ª- Rosentine would thank the Gods for giving Corte to her. She¡¯d never once hesitate to thank them. Even when she was nervous to the point of losing her voice, she remembered Corte and Violetta¡¯s faces. Heimt¡¯s smile too. Anyone human would want to protect those precious to them at all costs. But for someone like Rosentine, who understood the desire to protect one¡¯s body and mind better than anyone else, would risk her life for somebody she truly cares about. Corte was ten years old when it all happened. It seemed this was the point in her life at which everything began to fall apart. Perhaps it was a good thing Corte was aware of Rosentine¡¯s ability to see ghosts in advance of this incident. ***** ¡°Yawn~¡± The sound of her yawn was listless. It felt calming. In the garden where the roses and hydrangeas bloomed beautifully, Rosentine was eating a grape. She loved how the sweet smell spread to the tip of her nose whenever the juice burst open into her mouth. Life as a princess was, as expected, incredibly comfortable. She only gained this life, after all, because of her tremendous struggle in her previous one. With a languid face like a full cat, Rosentine picked up a dessert fork and cut a slice of cake. There was no other baker in the world that could make such outstanding desserts like the one from the Imperial Palace. It was clear his skills were the reason he was chosen in the first place. ¡°Unnie, Unnie!¡± ¡°Yes, Corte?¡± After her childhood and before she could realize it, Rosentine, who was beginning to look like a lady, was slowly blooming like a flower. She was overjoyed when people told her she was starting to resemble her mother, Violetta. Her flowing, blonde hair looked like a setting sun. Corte would also tell her that while brushing Rosentine¡¯s hair, which was much brighter than her own. The young lady, who had not yet made her debut, went to the Imperial Palace often and gradually her name known. That¡¯s why rumors about how gifted and talented Argen¡¯s young lady was since childhood, was quickly notable. ¡°I want to explore the Imperial Palace.¡± It was so cute to see her tiny lips pucker as she spoke. Corte liked Rosentine the most in this world. Rosentine knew her life was about to change the moment she laid eyes on Corte. That baby became the first person Rosentine wanted to protect. Even when Violetta hugged her, the small baby would never stop crying. But whenever Rosentine shook a toy in front of her, Corte would immediately smile brightly. Rosentine had light, blonde hair with deep, blue eyes. It was completely different from how she had lived in Korea, crying all alone in a windy room. Where no one wouldn¡¯t even listen or care if she cried. ¡®Family is truly a wonderful thing.¡¯ When Corte turned nine years old, their father, Heimt, began to bring her to the Imperial Palace just as he did for Rosentine. He attempted to teach her about political figures and acquaintances while showing her around the extravagant Imperial Palace. Even knowing that both his children were women and could not be chosen as lieges, Heimt continued to teach Rosentine and Corte regularly, so they could follow in Violetta¡¯s footsteps. For Rosentine, this was a lucky opportunity. PR/N: The kind of father we want in manhwas and novels ¡°Where in the Imperial Palace?¡± ¡°Um¡­ Um¡­¡± Rosentine thought as much. She felt a surge of happiness and hugged Corte tightly. ¡°Kya!¡± A clear sound echoed throughout the room. The sunlight began to pour onto the table outside, where she was sitting. The two of them were at the Imperial Palace right now. Rosentine didn¡¯t want to come to the Imperial Palace at first, but she couldn¡¯t couldn¡¯t refuse as she was too weak against Corte¡¯s pleading eyes. Corte hesitated at first, but soon hugged her older sister and giggled. Rosentine swayed and laughed as she watched her baby sister hanging from her waistline, pulling her down on her with her weight. ¡°I don¡¯t care! I want to go wherever you¡¯re going!¡± ¡°Should we go to the garden then?¡± ¡°Hm¡­ I¡¯ve already been to the garden, I want to look inside the Imperial Palace.¡± -An excellent choice. T/N: These ticks represent the ghosts speaking. -It¡¯s much grander inside the Imperial Palace than outside. Except for the ghosts who kept muttering from beside them, Rosentine was having a good time. She pretended as if she couldn¡¯t hear its words. As if stroking Corte¡¯s blond hair, Rosentine placed her hands on her ears and whispered: ¡°Shut your mouths.¡± When she was nine years old, one of the ghosts exposed her ability to see them and ever since then, they would always swarm her whenever she stepped into the Imperial Palace. Maybe they just wanted to be heard by a living person. But due to how bothersome they were and because Rosentine despised the ability to see ghosts in the first place, she used to be hesitant to visit the palace. ¡°Unnie?¡± ¡°Yes, Corte?¡± ¡°What did you say just now?¡± ¡°No, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the library.¡± ¡°The library¡­? Li¡­bra¡­ry.¡± Corte mumbled those words while burying herself in her older sister¡¯s arms. Rosentine laughed at not getting an immediate answer. What sort of response did she expect if she randomly suggested going somewhere like a library where it¡¯s really quiet and empty? It would be such a boring place for a child. Truthfully, it wasn¡¯t a place she¡¯d look forward to going either. Even if the history of this new world was somewhat interesting. ¡°I guess you don¡¯t want to.¡± ¡°No! I¡¯m fine with it if I¡¯m going with you! I want to go to the library!¡± She popped her head up, which was buried still in her sister¡¯s arms. As Corte¡¯s messy hair fluttered in the air, Rosentine couldn¡¯t help but burst out laughing. It was so cute seeing her act as expected. She leaned over, laughing, and rubbed her cheeks against her younger sister. She looked like a happy little puppy. Corte¡¯s grip on Rosentine¡¯s neck while hugging her was the best feeling in the world. ¡°Then instead of the library, want to take a look at the banquet hall?¡± ¡°Banquet hall?¡± ¡°Yes. Corte will wear a beautiful dress there later. Let¡¯s ask for fruits and cake along the way.¡± ¡°Oh, I like that! I like that a lot!¡± -The Imperial Palace¡¯s banquet hall is a stunning place. -I ordered them to build it. -With the best design, it was built by the best craftsmen. It was created in the Year 200¡­ It is complete nonsense to claim that the dead have nothing to say. Rosentine had a cynical look on her face as she listened to the babbling words next to her. The ghosts who spoke to her ignorantly flinched when they saw Rosentine¡¯s expression. Just how annoying it must¡¯ve been. If the only thing those bastards wanted was to converse with a living person, they were nothing more than those fine-bred aristocrats. That¡¯s to say, the amount of foul language she¡¯s learned while living in Korea is endless. Rosentine grabbed Corte¡¯s hand and headed for the palace, leaving behind two bites of dessert. She didn¡¯t forget to look back and talk to the ghosts in a whisper ¡®Shut those loud mouths.¡¯ -Ugh! -H-How rude¡­ ***** ¡°Unnie! Rose Unnie! I¡¯m scared!¡± ¡°Corte, Corte!¡± Words lingered around in the midst of her dizziness. Rosentine couldn¡¯t even scream, so she just stamped her feet with her young body. She couldn¡¯t stand up. She couldn¡¯t even tell what was happening right now. As Rosentine watched Corte¡¯s eyes turning black, she didn¡¯t know what to do. Her heart was burning up. It happened in an instant. They were in the middle of looking around the banquet hall and suddenly. Corte was dragged into a closed room as if she was possessed. No matter how many times Rosentine called out to her, she would only reply with ¡°yeah, yeah.¡± Rosentine ended up opening the door that took a hold of Corte. Maybe she should¡¯ve hugged Corte and ran away as far as possible. Instead, Rosentine noticed a ghost standing politely still in the room with an expression she couldn¡¯t read. Ghosts here don¡¯t usually harm anyone. Since they simply wandered without speaking or conversing. But it was different with Corte. The ten year old girl just stared blankly where the ghost was, and the ghost threw itself onto the child like a lion who smelled blood. It moved at an unstoppable speed. No, even if it were slow, she wouldn¡¯t have even known how to stop something with no form. Rosentine screamed. Corte began trembling in the midst of her screams. The child, whose eyes turned black, became pale and twisted her body as if in pain. ¡°Un¡­ni¡­ Un¡­¡± Corte was calling out for Rosentine. Unable to see what was in front of her, Corte stretched her hands out and flailed them to find her older sister. Rosentine¡¯s face turned pale. She¡¯s seen many ghosts before, but never one who¡¯d shut someone¡¯s mouth on their own. Corte¡¯s breath hitched. The ghost was going inside of her body. The ends of her blonde hair began turning black at the same time. Rosentine¡¯s eyes grew, in that moment she realized. If someone were to come right now, they¡¯d mistaken her as the one who turned Corte into a witch. She couldn¡¯t call anyone. More importantly, Rosentine was the only one who knew about the ghosts swarming around the Imperial Palace. How could she possibly explain this situation? It would be the first time they¡¯d hear about a ghost going inside of anyone¡¯s body, especially Corte¡¯s. Since Rosentine wasn¡¯t a shaman, she couldn¡¯t perform a ritual. For the first time, she regretted not learning the rituals. Even though this was the ability she was given, she¡¯d been avoiding it her whole life. ¡°Corte, here. I¡¯m here.¡± ¡°Un¡­ Cough¡­ Un¡­ Wheeze, I feel terrible¡­¡± ¡°Just a little bit, let¡¯s wait a little more. Alright, Corte? I¡¯ll figure something out. I¡¯ll do whatever I can!¡± She had to do something. After saying that, Rosentine bit her lips firmly and headed out. High priest? Wizard? She didn¡¯t know who to call for help. Even so, she thought it¡¯d be better to tell someone rather than keep it to herself. She knew witches were sentenced to death based on an illustration in a book she saw one day. This thought kept running through her mind. She knew it would be difficult for Corte to deal with. Perhaps she could tell them it was her fault that Corte¡¯s in this state. Then no matter what happens, at least her little sister could stay safe. While thinking of this, Rosentine ran thoughtlessly. It was inappropriate for a sixteen year old lady to run, but she didn¡¯t care. There was a long corridor. To save Corte, she ran through the hall, which was much longer than she expected. There was a ghost near the end of the hall with platinum, blonde hair shining brightly. That ghost was there as if it was waiting for her. Standing at the entrance of the old hallway of the Imperial Palace, where no one comes in.. Appearing as a living man, he made a clear gesture for her to stop. For a moment, Rosentine thought of him as a living person. He had a calm face and a soft smile. His appearance calmed Rosentine down in an instant. The moment she realized he was a ghost, Rosentine turned cold. ¡°Move. I don¡¯t have time.¡± -To find who? A high priest? A wizard? They¡¯re both going to die.I¡¯m going to kill them both. ¡°Did you see it? Did you see that? Did you see them? Did you? Damn it! Then who exactly am I supposed to look for?!¡± -Even if I leave you alone, whoever you look for, your sister will still die. ¡°Corte won¡¯t die!¡± Rosentine screamed at the top of her lungs. Now it didn¡¯t matter who came. She just needed to take all the blame herself, that¡¯s what she thought. ¡ª- Want to get notified first on when we upload, join our discord server! Chapter 3 Translator: Shuli Proofreader: ??? QC: Time ¡ª The ghost slowly circled around the pale girl. It seemed as though he was trying to calm her down, but the words he spoke were more effective than it¡¯s actions. -I can help you, Rosentine. ¡°What kind of bullshit is that?¡± -They¡¯re ghosts of madness. Your sister has a unique constitution. The child can attract shapeless evil. Rosentine came to a halt. In front of her, a man in luxurious clothing was looking down at her. TL/N: me simping for this ghost. A scarlet sunset peered through the windows of the hallway and poured over the man. It was full of light, but it was not blinding. Rosentine looked at him without an inch of doubt in her mind. Her heart was adamant. A fire burned in Rosentine¡¯s blue eyes. Ranon smiled with delight at the sight. ¡°Can you save Corte?¡± -Without anyone knowing. ¡°Will you help me?¡± ¨C Of course, Rosentine. This is the commitment we hold toward each other. I will continue to help you. He spoke sweet words. He wasn¡¯t like any other ghost she¡¯d ever met. Though he seemed calculative, secretive, and insidious, he was full of wisdom. Nevertheless, she had no other options. ¡®Without anyone knowing.¡¯ Rosentine repeated in her mind. Everything had a price. She was aware of that. So while clenching her fists, the sixteen-year-old girl looked straight at the ghost, her eyes filled with determination. ¡°What do you want from me?¡± -Someday, when the time is right, I¡¯ll tell you what I want. The man looked out of the window for a moment. Rosentine felt that his eyes somehow looked dim. After proposing an undisclosed deal, the ghost stared into space with longing in his eyes. When he looked back at Rosentine, he had a kind, friendly smile. It was a transparent smile. When he looked back at Rosentine, he had a kind, warm smile. But it was an empty smile. -Please grant me one request. As she nodded, Rosentine ran over to Corte. The sixteen-year-old girl just had her first meeting with that ghost. * * * * * Corte was shaking, half of her body blackened. It felt as though the hostile being was looking straight at her through her sister¡¯s body. Without thinking, Rosentine rushed towards her. With the intent to reassure Corte. Her hands were cold, so Rosentine hugged the little girl tightly. She glared fiercely at the ghost. The floundering Corte¡¯s arm was gripping Rosentine and wounding her thin forearm. Feeling that her hands were cold, Rosentine hugged the little girl tightly. She glared fiercely at the ghost. The floundering Corte¡¯s arm was gripping Rosentine, as a result wounding her thin forearm. The ghost floated behind her and sat on one side of the room. His lightly nostalgic eyes turned to Corte. ¡°What am I supposed to do here?¡± At this point, half of Corte¡¯s hair had already turned black. At this rate, her whole body might turn black if she was left like this. She wasn¡¯t sure, but the girl seemed to feel pain from the blackened part. Rosentine bit her lip. She felt impatient as if cold water had been poured on her head. -There are ghosts in the Imperial Palace. That is the fact that you also know. ¡°Answer me properly.¡± -But you should know one more thing if you want to save your sister. There are rules here. ¡°Rules?¡± -Call my name, Rosentine. That¡¯s all you have to do. And you¡¯re the only one who can do it since you¡¯re the only one who can see us. The ghost went round and round over Rosentine¡¯s head, like the vanishing sun. His platinum hair gleamed in the air. The man grinned softly with his arms wide open. -I¡¯m Ranon. You¡¯re Rosentine. And¡­this child¡¯s name, now forgotten, was once Hasten. Rosentine quickly darted her eyes to Corte. Name. How absurd. Though as ridiculous as it was, she needed to use that ghost¡¯s name, no, that evil being. When the name ¡®Hasten¡¯ was spoken, Corte seemed to flunch for a moment. Rosentine¡¯s face didn¡¯t show any skepticism. However, she was still young. With her burning blue eyes, she was awaiting Ranon¡¯s following words. Ranon approached Rosentine with a satisfied look. He leaned over and whispered in her ear. The ghost¡¯s words made her eardrums vibrate, taking her breath away. -Names are very important. Call him by his name, Rosentine. And give him orders. ¡°Hasten Kartazen,¡± Ranon said the full name. It was a name that stuck in Rosentine¡¯s ear. Kartazen, the name of the imperial family. She didn¡¯t know the meaning at the time. Ranon slowly closed his eyes and opened them, capturing Rosentine in his eyes. There was no point in calling them by their names. It was only effective if the living called them as if carrying a legend or mourning. That¡¯s why he chose Rosentine. The only one who can see them without bending over them. He put a blue wick in her young body. ¡®What you wish for.¡¯ Rosentine held Corte by her cheeks. Even her fingertips were black, and she felt a prickly pain. ¡°Open your eyes, Corte.¡± Rosentine spoke clearly and found the eyes of a girl who had turned black but still had blue. It was Corte¡¯s eyes. As if someone had told her, Rosentine clearly knew what she had to do. What she didn¡¯t want. There was only one thing. Rosentine shouted. ¡°Get out of her, Hasten Kartazen!¡± Corte hovered in the air and let out a long breath. Rosentine was holding onto Corte¡¯s cheek, who floated above her head. She never stopped looking in Corte¡¯s eyes, even for a second. She looked at her as if she would lose her at any moment. Soon after, something came out of Corte¡¯s head. It was the ghost who went into her. Only then did Rosentine see the ghost¡¯s face for the first time. It had a human-like face. He was a young man with brown hair. -Goodbye, Hasten. The ghost, named Hasten, turned around a few times to look at Ranon, then bowed and left. Rosentine was still holding Corte in the air. Ranon thought that her hair was fluttering. The sunset was lengthening behind her. The dust floated around her like a halo. Seeing this, the ghost who had remained in the Imperial Palace for a very long time closed his eyes and smiled. She was the girl he had longed for. ¡°Corte!¡± Flop. Rosentine embraced Corte as she descended from the air. Her blackened body was becoming clean, and her hair was shining blonde again. Rosentine felt so overwhelmed that her eyes were brimmed with tears. She lit the fire while holding Corte. It was then that her little sister opened her twinkling eyes. ¡°Sister¡­?¡± ¡°Yes, Corte. It¡¯s me, Rosen.¡± ¡°Sister¡­it hurts¡­¡± ¡°I know, but it¡¯s okay now. Everything will be okay.¡± ¡°Sister said to open my eyes¡­And then I couldn¡¯t breathe, but suddenly I felt comfortable. Did sister help me?¡± The babbling voice was a little hoarse. Rosentine hugged Corte tightly. ¡°Yes, yes.¡± She said that a few times, and Corte fell asleep in her arms. Since Rosentine couldn¡¯t carry her alone, she just put her on her knees and waited for someone to show up. Meanwhile, Ranon told her some things. It wasn¡¯t an accident that Corte was possessed in the Imperial Palace. The danger was always lurking around. Rosentine felt a foreboding. In the future, she would have to cover up the truth to protect herself and protect Corte. While using her ability as well. Rosentine stroked Corte¡¯s sweaty blonde hair. Even in this situation, her panting profile was lovely. -You¡¯re determined to do something difficult. ¡°You know there¡¯s no other way. You¡¯re a ghost, so you know how I feel.¡± -Of course, Rosentine. Ranon, as if he were young forever, smiled softly at her. With his luxurious robes and immeasurable eyes, he seemed to be the type of character who would appear only in legends. Like a wise snake in the story, wisdom and cunning were, in a way, something similar. -I¡¯m so glad I gained a comrade. ¡°I am not your comrade.¡± -I¡¯ll always be your friend, Rosentine. Feel free to be vigilant. He was right. Anyway, Rosentine had no choice but to get his help. If the solution to dealing with ghosts is to use their name, Ranon is the only one who could know such a thing. ¡°How did you know his name?¡± -You¡¯ll find out soon. ¡°Is that what you mean when you said you can help me?¡± -Yes, I know the names of everyone who¡¯s asleep here. That was the point. Rosentine looked at Rannon sullenly. As if willing to receive that look forever, Rannon smiled calmly and kissed the back of Rosentine¡¯s hand, which she had placed on Corte¡¯s head. It was a kiss with no sense of touch or meaning. -Remember me, Rosentine. That was the last thing he said. And when she was infinitely exhausted, her escort finally came to find Rosentine. She had fallen asleep with Corte on her lap. Heimt quietly placed his index finger on his lips, signaling that they shouldn¡¯t wake them up. The escort knight, who faithfully followed the order, carefully held Corte while Rosentine was lifted by her father. By the time she opened her eyes, they were already in the carriage. Outside the window, there was a large meadow. The swaying of the rattling wagon was absorbed by the high-quality cushions of the familiar Argen carriage. Heimt grinned at her, and Rosentine also smiled back. However, a dreamlike memory came to mind. ¡°Are you okay?¡± It was a voice that belonged to either a young man or a boy. Something seemed to touch her hair, and Rosentine tossed and turned for a moment. The touch hesitated and then stopped moving. She heard a soft laugh. ¡®Are you okay?¡¯ such a strange question. But strangely, when she heard that, everything seemed to be well. Feeling a little comfortable, Rosentine relaxed her body. She was still dreaming. A field spread out in front of her. Rosentine smiled happily with her eyes closed. ¡°Yeah¡­ I¡¯m fine.¡± She answered in her sleep. ¡ª If you want faster release please come join us as a ktl!! here¡¯s a link to our discord serve