To the Love Born in the Lowest Place

As soon as he called Liv’s name, Liv exclaimed with a brightened face:

"Yes, it’s me! Are you feeling alright?"

"The coronation ceremony..."

Despite having just returned from the brink of death, Emmett was worried about Liv’s coronation ceremony. Seeing this, Liv felt somehow frustrated and tightened her grip on Emmett’s hand.

"You can worry about yourself first! You’re the one who was poisoned..."

"The coronation ceremony hasn’t started yet. But we should go now."

At Walter’s words explaining on Liv’s behalf, Emmett finally looked relieved. He opened his mouth in a slow tone.

"My body feels refreshed. Liv, did you do something?"

"It’s the power of Ibisikaite I received from Viscount Wolfe’s domain. The sword of the first Emperor Feyte Gracia."

"Ah..."

Fortunately, Emmett’s body seemed to have fully recovered, but judging from his slow reactions, he still seemed dazed.

As Liv was examining Emmett with a worried face, Hildegard said in an anxious voice: