Exactly six months ago. Ivan had received a phone call from the palace. He had to meet with Graham. There were important matters to discuss, and after it was over, when he wanted to go straight back to the warrior barracks, he met Ayla.

Ivan greeted Ayla politely. They chatted casually, discussing a few pleasant things.

"So," Ayla said and nodded. Her expression showed understanding. "I also feel that..."

Ayla's words stopped. Her body instantly froze. Her gaze became vacant.

Ivan frowned, looking confused and worried. He asked, but Ayla did not answer. He was about to call someone.

"You're a lucky man, Ivan."

Ivan's intention to leave was immediately...