The mage had been observing the entire process.

Sometimes, she used a spell to suppress her presence, other times, she observed from afar, and when the Crown Princess and the shield knight were in good spirits like now, she used a clone to watch from right beside them.

It was strange.

Even though they were clearly lovers, rejoicing and whispering words of love to each other, why did Tigrea feel as if they were scheming villains?

Why did she feel pity for Arsil and Naidrion, who were being deceived by the two?

The world was a place where the strong prey on the weak, and whether one was strong or weak, it was natural to deceive and use others to survive. And yet, Tigrea was beginning to recognize that something was wrong with her.

She couldn’t help but feel that her perspective on things had become more emotional than it used to be.