SILOTHIACN

CHAPTER 13

Above all, as soon as she saw the letter, she seemed to be sure of the identity of the card.

Lisianthus, who was watching, was surprised.

Lisianthus thought it was too much, even if his father gave that card to Titania.

Do you want to know what? Won't they blame me for sending something strange or throw it away?

What if (Hecate's Tavern) protested against them for letting that precious card go anywhere?

(Hecate's Bar) The usage fee is expensive, and the identity is confidential.

When the head of a high-ranking aristocratic family, who had been ruling the empire for generations, handed over his seat, he would inform the heir or the heir.

(A/N: I don't really know what "he would inform the heir or the heir" means. But, that's what came out when I tried translating it on Google)

Although no one knew about it, it was an organization related to the bloodline of the Duke of Castline.

That's why she was friendly to the Duke of Castline, but she wasn't very friendly or kind to anyone else.

But when Titania received them, she surprised Lisianthus by asking about the details.

Really, just like a normal transaction statement checker. that was amazing

'I'd like to say thank you.'

It was a thoughtful eye.

'Those' were Titania's eyes, to the extent that I couldn't even imagine them.

Eyes that fathom something very deep and far away.

It was so surprising, but at the same time, I felt a strange ense of incongruity.

who is that woman

'Are you Titania?'

The Titania she knows is selfish, stupid, and has no common sense.

Obsessed with Rayman to death....

It was so immature and childish that I couldn't stand till...

Just then, Titania looked up and saw Lisianthus.

It was a strange eye.

It was damp and cold, like moss on a dead man's tombstone.

Even before, Lisianthus had thought Titania is beautiful, but thought that her appearance were very useless.

No matter how pretty a doll is, it is still a doll.

But the current Titania seemed like a different person. I felt a sense of heterogeneity as if it was a statue erected in a temple.

Her pale hair swayed like a veil, as if woven from frost on a field of harvested wheat.

Her green eyes, like olives floating on a poisoned glass, shone transparently.

'no. Titania is dead.'

Then he smiled, like a joke.

'So what you're dealing with is Titania's ghost.'

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Just then, Lisianthus saw a strange sight.

It was bloody everywhere.

Ignoring the sting from the scorching heat, he 'himself' gripped the handle of the sword again.

It was slippery, hot and humid all around. Even breathing was difficult.