Hearing Ophelia’s advice, Seon-Hyeok found himself subconsciously adjusting his grip on the broken spear. Her expression and tone were far too serious to take lightly.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Even if she said she would be fine, Seon-Hyeok could not help but worry about his young wife. He found it difficult to walk away.

“Hm…”

Seeing him hesitate despite wanting to leave right away, Ophelia suddenly raised her hand.

Tap.

At the small gesture, the Royal Guard encircled the area as though given a direct command before raising the hems of their capes with their backs shown.

Swish.

A red curtain rose up in an instant. Within this safe haven, the young wife approached and embraced him.

“Ah…”

“I hope it doesn’t take too long.”

Seon-Hyeok was only taken aback for a moment. He soon raised his aimlessly hanging arms and embraced her back.

“Don’t get hurt. Don’t get sick. And…”

Ophelia whispered quietly in his embrace.

“Don’t let your eyes wander.”

After saying his farewells to Ophelia, a servant waiting at the scene approached to speak.         

“This way.”

“Can you wait a moment? There are people I need to say farewell to.”

As he had visited his wife first, Seon-Hyeok did not have the opportunity to say goodbye to any of his companions. The servant quietly acknowledged his response before stepping away.

“My lord.”

Perhaps they had been given advance notice of his imminent...