141 - Suspicions

Rancel, still adorned in her elegant mourning attire, sat alone in her lavishly decorated bedroom. The room was filled with somber shades of black and gray, the grandeur of her surroundings serving as a stark contrast to her grief-stricken state.

A small, delicate portrait of Eskaal rested on her nightstand, and she gazed at it with a mixture of sorrow and anger. Her eyes were red from crying, and her hands trembled as she clutched a handkerchief.

Rancel smirked and inhaled deeply while recalling every kind of bad memory to change her tone. She started whispering, tears in her eyes as she began to pretend to be remorseful. “Eskaal... I never got to say goodbye.”

She lowered her head, overcome by the weight of her emotions. Her anguish deepened, and for a moment, it seemed as though she was genuinely mourning his loss.

However, a wicked smirk began to play at the corner of her lips. Her eyes gleamed with a cunning glint as she envisioned a cruel plan. Rancel began to practise before