Yzabelle:

“Please, Conrad, no! He was still our son!” Grandma suddenly cried.

And even in her cries, she looked elegant and beautiful. How come someone could be this mesmerizing even while crying in despair and panic?

“You have to forgive him no matter what! You must understand how he felt after what he had gone through. And it was true it was our fault why he became like that.”

But it seemed the king was deaf to his queen’s pleading. In a swift moment, he attacked his own son.

No!

Things happened so fast. I couldn’t measure up with their pace. Every second passed, their outline appeared in every corner...