Chapter 191

The secret garden inside the Sanctum.

Elionis stood before the coffin as if rooted to the spot, unable to tear himself away.

No matter how hard he tried to warm them, Ophelia's cheeks remained cold.

"...You must be so cold."

The air in the garden, buried deep underground, was bitterly cool.

Keeping her condition intact meant the temperature had to stay low, but it always pained Elionis all the same.

She had always been frail, a woman who felt the cold more than most.

How agonizing must it be, lying alone in this cold place for more than twenty long years.

He wanted nothing more than to gather her into his arms and warm her through, and he hated, bitterly, that his own circumstances would not allow it.

Whether this terrible obsession was love, or merely his own selfish attachment, even he could no longer say.

But he could not…