Hope

Zenesha couldn't even react, and the feeling of disharmony between her mind and body engulfed her once again. She still tried to open her mouth but found out that she really couldn't control the body again.

'What happened? Why has Prime dispelled his suppression of the world's influence on me?' However, even if she wanted to ask the other, she couldn't anymore.

The act had come again, and that meant the pure Zenesha puppet overtook the body over her.

"Your Majesty, it's getting late. You have to return to your bedchambers," Prime's voice rang, and as though it really did have an enchanting effect over the listeners, Zenesha nodded her head.

She still smiled, having no reservations about the situation. Zenesha remained still inside, observing this exchange between the two.

Prime still remained in his position, and even though his statement had a respectful title while talking to her, his demeanor revealed otherwise. He grinned and looked at her; now she was almost certain that he could really see her inside!

"Yes, you're right," pure Zenesha gently agreed with him, "I'll have to return to my room." She continued, not even questioning anything about Prime or noticing the strange behavior of the gentleman before him.

Zenesha maintained her silence, not commenting or complaining inside as she often did. Instead, she became lost in thought. With pure Zenesha in the middle of an act like this, her previous conjectures were more or less confirmed.

There really wasn't a soul inside this body aside from her, and this Zenesha was more like a puppet or an AI that went with the flow of the story and nothing else. While she was in the middle of an act and her soul was restricted inside the body, the pure Zenesha didn't have any consciousness at all.

As for why she had evidently gone off track and wanted to visit the Crimson Moon Palace, that was clearly not part of her 'data'. Her eyes landed on Prime; what happened had probably something to do with this man.

He wasn't restricted in this world and could suppress the influence of the world on her. So, this little thing of calling and influencing the puppet Zenesha's data was extremely simple.

The conversation didn't drag on for long, and Znesha turned around to return to her room. Though she was a little unwilling inside, she couldn't do anything.

Now that she finally could see hope and experience controlling this body in the middle of an act, Zenesha's desire to escape her fate and impending doom had grown stronger than ever before. She wanted to still talk to Prime and ask him what she had to find for him.

As a result of these emotions and thoughts, she remained silent inside the body and didn't even concern herself with looking through Zenesha's eyes. And not for long, they had already arrived in her room, where she was stripped of her accessories and clothes to wear her nightgown.

A few minutes later, silence shrouded the room once again, as she was the only one left inside. As always, the disharmony and shackles in her soul had been temporarily undone.

Before, even though she was alone, Zenesha couldn't help but be depressed and lament her future. Since she couldn't do anything, she often resolved herself to cursing those spawn of hell and the culprit of why she was in this situation even more.

However, at this moment, Zenesha only calmly sat in the bed and leaned on the headboard while her eyes gazed at the window and the swaying curtains with the moonlight illuminating a part of the room.

"Prime..." she mumbled, a bit with a longing tone. It was more like the desire she had to turn her fate around had manifested, and this emotion was poured onto that one word, which happened to be the name of the dangerous dragon that could help her and hold her hope.

Her mind had returned to what had happened earlier, and she had pondered the reason that Prime had to return the shackles to her soul once he noticed someone that Zenesha understood was the culprit behind why she was here in this strange world and body.

In fact, now that she had the time to think about it, Zenesha became aware of the complicated implications of this for her and realized that escaping her predicament was much harder than she thought. It could even be said that it was impossible even with Prime's help unless this dragon would help her until the end once he found what he was looking for.

That was something unrealistic, and Zenesha wouldn't pin all her hopes on Prime. It wasn't only because he didn't trust Prime enough; more importantly, she never thought of giving her life to the mercy of others.

And now that the tip of the iceberg had been revealed to her, that man and even the group behind him were even more dangerous than she had imagined. To make a powerful dragon like Prime cautious of their gaze was something she had to consider early on.

It also made her fearful, and the despair that had been in her heart had spread throughout her system once more. She wanted to know about them, but at the same time, she was also frightened that perhaps the more she knew about them, the deeper their influence on her would be.

Zenesha sighed and took a deep breath; her eyes were suddenly filled with exhaustion. She finally saw hope but was also slapped by the reality of her situation.

"I want to..." she mumbled amidst the silence and gloomy night, her voice seemed to echo in the room, and it made even one who could hear it to be lost in the sadness shrouded in this tone.

However, after a while, the next words were never uttered. Perhaps even Zenesha herself didn't know what she wanted at that moment.

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The next day started with Zenesha eating alone in her room. In her three months in this body, she already knew the illogical pattern. It was only when the main harem members were free and complete that she could have breakfast with them; otherwise, she would eat inside her room.

It didn't have an exact date and was only based on the mood of those spawns of hell. As the main storyline had yet to begin, Zeneshha's life was relatively peaceful and easier, but it wouldn't be for long either.

Thinking of this, she remembered that she only had one month until the main storyline would begin. It would start after the sacrificial ceremony for the Moon Goddess that happens every three years.

Zenesha's mood became uneasy. Since she now knew there was someone named Prime who could help her temporarily, she wanted to talk with him again. However, the initiative would come from him.

This made her hate that she was in a passive situation, only waiting once the other felt like it. She didn't like the feeling, but she had no choice.

"Your Majesty, where do you want to go after this?" After eating and while the table was being cleaned, Anika approached and asked her.

Zenesha didn't care about all this and was only thinking of Prime, as this pure Zenesha's actions were purely there to corporate and fulfill the script.

"How about..." her gentle voice sounded once more, and then she smiled. "I think I want to visit the Crimson Moon Palace." She responded, and everyone furrowed their brows with this answer but didn't say anything.

Even Zenesha was surprised that this Zenesha wanted to visit the Crimon Moon Place again. However, it didn't take long for her to realize that perhaps Prime had already called her again!