After returning from the spring festival that day, Wakako left the estate alone. There was a curfew in the capital city; anyone caught sneaking out would be arrested by city guards—unless they possessed exceptional skills like hers. Ordinary citizens didn’t have such abilities and could only obediently stay at home. Therefore, the temple at night was always deserted, as if…
Back at the Saionji estate, no one ever thought of Wakako as timid. They all praised her strength and her indifference to pain. Wakako had believed this herself—until the day the Saint, in a fit of anger, killed the music teacher. Afterward, the head of the Saionji clan summoned her. Ichiro, the family head, was a composed and serious Alpha….
The market women had no idea what she was thinking. They hadn’t seen much of the world, but they weren’t completely ignorant either. “Huh? Isn’t that the same name as the Saint?” Miki smiled faintly, offering no explanation. Quickly, another woman chimed in, “Lots of people share the same name these days. You can’t even read, so best not to…
Wakako’s mind was flooded with fragments of memories she thought she had missed, but actually resided deep within her subconscious. On the day the Eagle Kingdom sent assassins to attack the Kitagawa clan, when she rushed in with her last ounce of strength, she saw pristine white clothes, not a single stain… Rika and the others had clearly failed in…
The passage of time on their wedding day, from day to night, and then from night to dawn, was beyond description. Wakako had always known that a person’s strength or weakness wasn’t determined by their appearance. Once, a snake as thick as a man’s thigh slithered into the Saionji estate, coiling itself in a corner, hissing its forked tongue. All…