Alen's pov

I watched Delia walk away with the men in black. Her white figure stood out in the black silhouette. In the plain, her skirt swayed like a lily in the wind, fragile and tough.

“Alen？”

A cry came from behind. When I looked back, it was Bud who had sent Catherine, another candidate for Queen of the Kral.

Looking at them, I felt a little strange, but I pressed the question and said hello to Catherine.

"Catherine, you're late." I kept my smile.

"To give someone a chance to win," she said, her red hair tied up and her proud, sharp eyebrows aggressive. "So what if I give...