Chapter 112
Irina’s mansion was a space created by exploiting the principle behind dungeon formation.
In that space where time seemed not to move, she always loved the evergreen garden of fragrant osmanthus.
The tree, which only bloomed in warm climates, was a rare sight in Kirrus due to the cold.
Irina opened her parasol, breathing in the dewy, clear scent of osmanthus.
“Serhi.”
Serhi, who had been walking across the garden, raised his head and met Irina’s blue eyes.
Irina’s gaze softened gently.
“You’ve come.”
“...Irina.”
Now that he knew she was Yevgeny’s sister, the resemblance was clearer. The sharpness of his features, the curve at the end of his gentle eyes—all of it.
“You’re late.”
“I came after confirming Naohyeong’s death.”