Chapter 38 · Whose Body Are You Touching

Inside the dress, the parchment under the thin underskirt rustled and scratched against her skin.

Isadel struggled to keep her expression composed as she moved her feet and slipped out of the imperial library.

Fortunately, it was a sparsely populated place, so there were no eyes to see, and no one to find it suspicious.

It was the moment she was about to let out a breath of relief.

As she turned the corner, an unexpected figure was waiting.

'Hah, my luck is truly wretched today.'

How long had it been since she shook off Renua, and now it was Serik.

Today of all days, the unwelcome guests she least wanted to meet were blocking her path one after another as if by appointment.

A corner of her head throbbed irritatingly, and a headache was already rushing in.

"And who do we have here? Isn't this the deposed princess who…