There were no mirrors in Marie Rose’s castle. 

A face that was praised by the whole world for being beautiful—it was because the existence of ‘I’ faded every time she looked at this face. 

“It wasn’t like this from the beginning.” 

Marie Rose raised herself up from the pure white coffin and looked up at the throne. A small soul was approaching the throne, which had been untouched for so many years and had gathered dust. It was while casually asking the question about why there were no mirrors in the woman’s palace. 

“I once cherished and loved my face, which looked just like yours.” 

A faint smile spread across Marie Rose’s face as she recalled the past from hundreds of years ago. It was a time when she loved her reflection in the mirror. She had laughed quite often back then. It was because her face became a tool to remember her mother. It was proof that she was her mother’s daughter and that she had a family. 

Her heart had warmed. It was warm enough to soothe the body and mind that had been cursed. Then little by little, the years went by and she started to grow taller. 

Marie Rose gradually got a strange feeling. It was shortly after confirming that her grown body was more powerful than before. 

“You will transcend me.” 

The words that her mother told her before dying never left her head. 

Transcend. Yes, her mother clearly said it. 

You are going to go beyond me. Kill Baal using this power and release my resentment. 

This meant that Marie Rose’s growth was a very natural result. It was a...