It was precisely because of this that so many people in the hall felt genuine gratitude toward Zora.
If not for her sudden rise, if not for her medical skills, her Potions, and the power she now carried, how many people would still be trapped in sickness, weakness, and helpless struggle?
She had quietly changed too much.
Yet in a corner of the hall, Prince Philip stood frozen.
His gaze was locked onto the radiant figure in red.
For more than ten years, he had known Zora, yet he had never truly seen her.
In his heart, she had always been nothing more than a useless waste, unworthy of his status, unworthy even to be mentioned in the same breath as Luna. Even in appearance, he had once thought, she could not compare.
And now—
Standing beneath the brightest lights of the Imperial City, wrapped in crimson silk and glory, Zora outshone everything.
Even Luna could not compare.
Such a woman… should have stood beside him.
