After his words sank into my troubled mind, my head began to spin as if caught in a relentless maelstrom, and a persistent ringing echoed in my ears. I struggled to capture his meaning. What was he saying? Who was that mysterious woman again? Did I truly hear him correctly?
I could only murmur in disbelief, "What…" My voice trembled with confusion as I furrowed my brows in effort to make sense of his revelation.
Then, in a measured cadence that resonated like a sorrowful prophecy, he repeated, "Anneliese Augustus Caesar, the fourth princess of the Romanus Empire who survived his father's tyranny."
Every syllable throbbed inside me. Was the reason why Samael risked everything here that this woman was his sibling? The thought crashed over me like icy waves. "You understand now, right? Now hand her over," he commanded, his tone laced with desperate urgency.
