The afternoon sunlight spilled over the platinum blonde hair.
In the garden where marigolds bloomed, Viviana awoke suddenly.
She instinctively reached out her thumb to press against the sword guard, gently pushing it out, ready for defense, but then she realized she was clearly at the Hohenzollern family residence in Prague.
Is this...
Have I returned?
The previous experiences felt like a dream.
Thinking back now, apart from the initial fight alongside the Emperor against the Ottomans, the details of the following decades had become blurry.
"Miss Viviana!"
A maid suddenly exclaimed.
She dropped the tray in her hand and cried out loudly, "The young lady has returned!"
The mansion was in a joyous uproar.
The housekeeper hurried over and, seeing Viviana, heaved a sigh of relief, "Miss, you've finally returned. Where have you been this past month?"
A month?
Viviana's expression shifted slightly.
