You Left Me With Them!

Ísar didn't know what he had expected when he'd arrived back in his kingdom.

A certain mix of feelings were engulfing his already tattered heart. Foreboding, fear, regret, yet his kingdom was looking brighter and more peaceful than ever.

Even as his carriage passed through the streets of the capital, all he'd received from his citizens that noticed the royal insignia were praises. Some waved, some called out his name with joy, some other kids had even asked if he'd have liked to join them to play.

It was such a contrast to how Ísar was feeling that he'd ended up withdrawing within himself, unable to really hear when the Duchess or Sir Erik had tried talking.

Ísar clutched the little stuffed bull, not having let go of it since he'd seen the two adults outside his from room. It was only then he'd just realized that he hadn't informed Xinghua that he was leaving for Ogronevia, his carelessness making his growing self-hatred increase even more.