"It failed!" Talia snarled, her golden eyes ablaze with anger. "How can you be so stupid!?"
The royal princess—once coddled, adored, and handed every luxury on a silver platter—was now forced to dwell among these pitiful peasants.
She had to play the role of the benevolent noble, smiling at fools who couldn't spell their own names, and that alone was humiliating enough.
But this? This was unforgivable.
It had taken her months to cultivate those plants, Purple Light, and now they were nothing but ash.
Helen knelt before her, trembling as she tearfully gazed at her. "Y-Your Holiness..."
Her fearful voice only enraged Talia further.
Two guards stood like statues beside Helen, the very ones responsible for security.
Worthless. All of them.
She knew Xion wouldn't sit idle. The very reason she had shown him the Purple Light was to provoke him, to test him.
She had baited the trap perfectly. And yet, everything had gone up in flames.
