Tannis let out a long sigh, "Ah! What should we do now? The butterflies on the princess are dead, even if she marries fate, she can't give birth to a butterfly heir..."
Melody Parker stared blankly at Tannis, listening to his words.
Melody wasn't surprised at all by what Tannis said about the butterflies being dead.
After James Sutton injected her with the red potion and the butterflies absorbed it, turning black, Melody had vaguely sensed it.
But hearing Tannis say it so definitively, Melody couldn't help but feel sad.
After all, those butterflies had been with her since she was born, protecting her in times of crisis.
One could say that without the butterflies, there wouldn't be the Melody Parker of today.
But becoming an ordinary person, Melody actually felt quite good about it.
She never wanted to be the queen of Whitehill and even less wanted to give birth to an heir with fate.
Now that fate has decided so, isn't it better?
