Damian had left, leaving behind a faint scent of medicinal herbs that always clung to his body. Cecilia was still leaning on the pillow. Although the Elixir had wiped out the poison that almost took her life, it didn't mean that Cecilia could immediately do her activities and not feel other side effects.
Cecilia's thoughts also turned to other things. The Blaine Kingdom's characteristic was violence, so Cecilia never expected them to use poison this time. That had never happened in her previous lives. Cecilia began to hesitate. In this hundredth life, too many things had changed until she was a little overwhelmed by it.
"Is it because I changed my identity?"
Cecilia muttered to herself unconsciously. There was no more reasonable explanation than that. Because 'Cecilia' had been made to die, the story that originally existed began to collapse slowly.
