After finishing my conversation with Alice and Claire, I stepped outside, but the situation was far from resolved.@@novelbin@@

There were many loose ends: Charlotte, visibly upset; the children who couldn’t comprehend the unfolding events; the Knights of the Holy Nation, bound tightly despite their healed wounds; and even the Cardinal, who was missing an arm. The pile of issues waiting to be addressed felt insurmountable.

I understood why Charlotte was so displeased. Not only had the situation spiraled into chaos, but I’d acted as though I’d known everything from the beginning. She must be overwhelmed, unable to even imagine how to handle the international upheaval this incident would cause.

Of course, Charlotte wasn’t officially the Queen of Belvur yet. However, she was undeniably closer to the throne than Alice. While the Emperor hadn’t solidified his succession plans, Belvur’s King had firmly designated Charlotte as his successor.

Still, I couldn’t blame Charlotte entirely—I, too, felt unsettled.

Where should I start, and how much should I reveal?

If I told Claire that she bore the Emperor’s blood, I’d have to share all the theories and speculations behind it. The implications alone could lead to hours of debate.

Furthermore, Claire had already made her decision. She’d chosen not to embrace the Fangryphon bloodline and remain part of the Grace family instead. It wasn’t a decision she’d made impulsively—it was one I’d offered her, and she’d chosen. I was obligated to respect her choice. Otherwise, I’d only be betraying her trust.

In time, I’d have to quietly explain things to Leo.

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