Chapter 12: The Fallen Princess
Grandera. The Capital of the Illumina Empire.
In the tallest spire in the Imperial Palace, there was a silent room.
Grandera, the sleepless city. A city where night and day hold no meaning. The center of the Empire’s power, where one could always hear people’s footsteps.
Where those who were in positions of power stood in a different place than others.
And those who gather and bustle, seeking any opportunity to catch their eye and advance their careers.
However, in such a city, this room was eerily quiet.
A lonely and desolate atmosphere permeated the room. No one visited this place.
Inside it stood a woman wearing a mask made of gold, and dressed in clothes made of thin golden threads.
She laughed inside the lone room.
She couldn’t help but laugh when she saw the food laid out on the table. If her tears hadn’t dried up long ago, she would have surely shed a few drops.
“So this is my share of the meal.”