The Ghost Prince’s hand quivered, and he finally looked at the Queen. He lifted his hand and patted her back. However, his gesture didn’t seem to make the Queen any happier.

In the quiet morning, I heard the Queen’s long and heavy sigh. Any parents would be helpless and sad if they couldn’t enter their children’s hearts, I reckoned.

She really was a gentle woman. There was no doubt about it.

Letting go of Ghost Prince, the Queen held his wrist gently. She looked up at him with an aching heart. “Don’t punish yourself like this. You already paid the price. The North Star is here now…” The Ghost Prince’s hand paused. He seemed to sink into a deeper silence behind his mask. The Queen glanced at him and sighed...