The dungeon of the Imperial Palace
Yufil de Walt, the duke's eldest son, sat motionless with his back against the wall, being one of the imprisoned prisoners of the imperial dungeon.
Despite his haggard appearance, the young man continued to stare straight ahead, as if he was not going to lose his dignity as the successor of the family until his death.
«Interesting… How long are they going to keep me here before they kill me?»
In fact, Yufil had no hope of leaving these cold stone walls ever since he arrived here. His fate could be called a foregone conclusion from the very beginning. And yet, there were still things that he unconsciously continued to worry about.
«It's better if that girl really doesn't show up here.» He chuckled to himself, thinking about it.
Yufil de Walt did not believe that his younger sister would actually come to a place like this to save him. And how could she do that? It would be better if she really just left it and went on with her life.
