The girl with ash-colored hair sat quietly, closing her eyes.

It seemed she was holding her breath, trying to feel something, carefully controlling her breathing.

"...I can feel it. You're coming."

She murmured, her voice filled with joy and anticipation.

"How will you react? Will you curse me? Or will you show pity? Will you spit out your anger and tell him to kill me?"

The girl giggled, as if she would be satisfied no matter the outcome.

"I won't back down. So come quickly. My prince."

Before her, there was something in the form of a human.

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