The White-Haired Demon Queen shook her head violently.

“Absolutely not!”

No one knew better than that child how deeply she cursed the Danmok Clan.

There’s no way that palace mistress of mine would ever do such a thing.

And yet, the more one denies an ominous thought, the more it clings—like a spider’s web.

After shaking her head to tear through that web of thoughts, the White-Haired Demon Queen fixed her gaze on Kwak Yeon.

“Why do you say her heart is not turned toward you?”