Since when did this castle have this air about it?


'Maria, your meal is now ready.


I nodded at the maidservant's words and followed behind her to the room where we were to eat.
Along the way, a boy and girl my age, who I had summoned with the summoning of the heroes, joined those working in the castle and bowed to me.
I took one look at it and passed in front of it.

The king - my father had planned to remove the brave men and assassins who were in his way from the castle, and was otherwise not interested in the heroic summoners.
To my father, the only threats were probably Saran Misrai, the brave men, and the assassins who lived under our watchful eye.
At first, the brave man, who had tried to use the brainwashing curse to turn him into a puppet, was on the verge of being assassinated by Saran Misrai, and once the curse was lifted in the labyrinth, we decided to get rid of him.
He also made sure that the assassin was framed for the murder of Saran Misrai so that he would not be able to come back here.
It was a miscalculation that six of the non-brave men had escaped from the brainwashing curse, but it was fortunate that one of them was a spellbreaker.
After finding out her occupation, they didn't even give her a dedicated teacher, making it impossible for her alone to learn anything, yet in the labyrinth, they temporarily lifted the curse on the brave man.
After all, the "human" race and the "human race" may look the same, but they are fundamentally different.
Sometimes the curse of brainwashing is lifted, but, well, she's had enough of it.
She was wary of Saran Misrai's gestures of concern, but she wouldn't remember ever having spoken to him, not even her own sins.
Not even her own sins.

The other brave summoners have been brainwashed by my magic and have had their memories falsified as if they had been working here since they were born.
The other handmaids, of course, know everything, but they don't say anything because I'm keeping them quiet.
But I'm sure everyone is thinking this.
"This can't go on forever".
Not everyone is convinced that the king and I are doing the right thing.
In fact, after disbanding the knights, the talented people, including Giel Asti, who was the deputy commander, left the castle.
Recently, we've also received information that some of the nobles are making disturbing movements.

Ah, how long should I continue this kind of thing?


''What's the matter, Sophia, is the food unpalatable?''

...... No. It's good, as always. You.


I forced myself to swallow food that didn't taste good and lifted the corners of my mouth.
My father smiles at me with a loving look in his eyes that he has never turned on me.
The sight of your mother's face that exists in me is so painful.

My poor father.
After your mother passed away, your father, who could no longer see reality, began to recognize me as your mother, who was becoming more and more like your mother every day.
Although he is imposing in his chores as a king and recognizes me as his daughter, albeit as a pawn, he has broken down in his daily life, such as eating.
At first, he corrected me every single time, but when he realized that thinking of me as his mother would stabilize his father's spirit, he gave up.
After all, your father only loved your mother and never looked at me.
I guess he keeps me close to him because he wants to own a face that looks like your mother's.

Your father was broken even before your mother died.
Your mother was the one who supported your father, who was forced to abandon his dream of becoming an artist, and who was bound to this country because of the death of his father and his older brothers, who were expected to succeed to the throne, due to an epidemic of disease.
There was no reason for your father to take care of this country without your mother, and as a result, he had to deal with the taboo.


''Now, we have to work hard today. 'Don't worry, I'll bring you back to life properly. Sophia. Let's be happy again.


I lower my eyes as if to escape the distorted, stewing eyes that seem to be filled with sludge and simmering emotions of obsession and affection.


'Yes, you asked for it, my king,'


My poor father.
Poor me.

To bring your mother back to life would violate the human prohibition set forth by the Creator God Aitel.
It is a violation of the reasoning that any human being in this world must strictly adhere to.
If it's true, if I really feel for my father, I must stop him from getting into the mouths of the demon tribe, even if it means killing him.
But even though he was so broken, there was no doubt that he was my father.
All for the peace of mind of the king.


'I will accompany you to hell. Father.


This was the way I found my family to be.