Touch your face after so long

Kinsley thought about his past time with Abigail until he ignored what was happening.

Roland saw Kinsley was not paying attention and instead remained silent with a blank look and called several times with different calls. "Your Highness Kinsley! Sir! Abigail!"

The call sounded loud but didn't wake Kinsley from reverie until Roland mentioned Abigail's name. Kinsley startles and turns to look at him.

"Sorry. Can you repeat the conversation?" Kinsley spoke without guilt.

Roland, who incidentally was a man with a wild and impatient temperament, looked at Kinsley with a frown. The imaginary crossroads made it clear that he was holding back his emotions.

Roland gave a devilish smile and said, "Your Majesty, I know you are thinking about something else. But can you do it after we are done with the discussion?"

Kinsley rolled his eyes in response to Roland's sometimes exaggerated attitude. Just daydreaming for a moment had made the man who served as Prime Minister angry.

Roland's anger made Kinsley even happier to tease the grumpy man. He leaned back against the seat cushion while sneering at Roland, "I accidentally remembered Abigail. Just a trifle. You don't have to overreact, do you?!"

"Your Majesty, I warn you, you are taking it too far. Then should I take daydreaming in the middle of a discussion as normal?" Roland sneered back. He's giving advice instead of being made a joke.

Roland pouted. He turned his back to Kinsley's desk with his chest crossed.

Allard had been silently watching the two men fighting in front of him speak up. He patted Roland on the shoulder and shook his head. "Stop being childish, Roland! You're not a teenager anymore."

Roland's feeling of irritability was said to be so. He glanced at Kinsley scornfully. "You should have said it was our esteemed Highness. Even though he is older, his behavior is more childish than ours." Roland said. Instead of stopping, he was sneering at Kinsley even more.

"Up to you! One room with the two of you. I might go crazy later!" Allard surrendered. It's tiring to break up two people who meet, and they must fight. He was about to leave but was stopped by Roland.

"I'm not joking anymore. This time I will ask seriously." Roland then turned to face Kinsley.

"Forget about that childish attitude. Regarding the attitude of the nobles—This time, how will you deal with those who defect, Your Majesty? Do I have to clean them up?" Roland asked, expressing an opinion.

"There's no need, as long as they haven't started any real moves; keep an eye on them for now. One day they'll come in handy."

"I understand, Your Majesty," Roland replied.

"Since the affairs in the Kingdom are finished, I leave the rest to you—Roland. I have to return to the human world as soon as possible. Discussion over, you guys may leave." Roland and Allard exited the Kinsley room.

After their departure, Kinsley rose from his seat. He walked over to the sizeable two-door wardrobe in the corner of the room. The cupboard was instantly split in two by pressing it while channeling a bit of strength. A secret underground passage appears and takes him to a place.

Kinsley entered the path, and every torch on the left or right of the wall lit up by itself. He walked each way down a long, narrow underground passage until he came to a large room.

A large altar with a coffin in the middle. Kinsley's legs suddenly went limp as he approached the casket. His heart was beating fast as if her lover was standing before him.

Beside the coffin, Kinsley stood staring intently at the coffin. He then cast a spell.

'By the covenant of blood, I open the coffin.'

Light comes out from around the chest. It didn't take long before the magic-covered chest opened, and Kinsley first saw the frozen and pale body of the woman he loved in a white dress. His eyes were closed, and his hands crossed to his chest. Her black hair fell, contracting with her pale body color. She is Abigail.

The longing that has accumulated as one for 300 years slowly disappears. The sadness on Kinsley's face was replaced by a smile full of love.

To better look at Abigail's face, Kinsley sat beside the coffin. His eyes were puffy, and tears fell unnoticed.

His hand touched the pale face and rubbed it gently as he said. "It's been 300 years since we haven't seen each other, Abigail. How are you there? Sorry I couldn't visit you all this time and put you in this cramped coffin. But I have no other choice. The time-freezing magic in this altar room kept me from coming. If someone enters, it will break the magic, and the time in this Altar will run normally, so your body will not survive the decay. Forgive me." Regret.

Kinsley wanted to take Abigail's body out of the coffin, but circumstances wouldn't allow it. It's not time for Abigail to come out of the coffin unless the sacrifice for the blood moon ritual is ready and the pattern is about to begin.

Just rubbing his face was enough for Kinsley. At least for now, he would be patient.

"Abigail, be patient a little longer. For hundreds of years, I have searched, and now I have found your soul again. I will wake you from your long sleep on the bloody full moon, and we will live and lead the Kingdom of Willesden together until that time comes. , those who are the cause of your death will be punished accordingly."

Kinsley's left hand clenched tightly against the anger in his heart. Even though the Prospective King had died from a sword slash at that time, those who supported him still roamed around to this day, and that had not calmed Kinsley's grudge.

Kinsley's time spent at the altar had reached its limit. It's time to go back or will break the time freeze magic.

Kinsley pulled his hand away from Abigail's face. He stood back up and cast a spell until the chest closed.

He left the basement and closed the cupboard sealed with magic.