Chapter 33 · I Should Have Just Died Then

The night air of the imperial palace was cold, yet Erhan's cheeks burned with an unpleasant heat.

His staggering steps were, before he knew it, following a familiar path.

Though his mind told him he should not come here, his body, drawn by habit, was heading toward the western tower with perfect naturalness.

The garden near the tower, bathed in dim moonlight.

Erhan spotted a faint silhouette and stopped.

Isadel, who had been walking in the night breeze, came to a halt and was looking at him.

Between the two, only the sound of the wind flowed low for a moment.

"...Why are you here?"

Isadel's voice broke the stillness.

Her eyes, gazing at the uninvited guest, were full of displeasure.

Erhan gazed at her for a while with drink-soaked eyes, then murmured low.

"...Can't I be?"

Isadel shot him a look sunk coldly, as if he were not even…