Medea, the only daughter of the House of Duke Leshanin, had a single goal: to save those who would fall victim to her father’s rebellion, and to sabotage the coup so it would fail.
“Miss, please… don’t abandon me!”
“I won’t be presumptuous again! Please, Miss!”
The boy cried out in desperation, as if he had been forsaken, even though she had granted him freedom.
“Miss.”
“……Lucian.”
It had been ten years since their last meeting.
No longer the lady and the slave, but a rebel of a foreign land and the emperor of a kingdom.
“Why did you abandon me?”
“The one I serve—past, present, and future—will always be you, Miss.”
“Wherever you go, I will find you.”
Despite Lucian’s desperate pleas, Medea looked at him with indifferent eyes.
“……Are you… abandoning me again?”
Tears welled and fell from eyes as deep as a lake.
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