"Now it all fits perfectly—the uneasiness I've felt since morning, the odd feeling that struck me ever since I saw these festival decorations," Ivy muttered, holding her head as she sank onto the floor.
"Lucien… He's planning to incite rebellion!"
Poof!
"Ivy, you idiot! How could you forget such an important part?" The system bird appeared, nagging at her with an exasperated tone.
The distant chatter of nobles echoed in her mind. Every time the word rebellion rang in her ears, her stomach churned with unease, and her hands began to tremble.
Ivy squeezed her eyes shut, forcing herself to recall every detail of the story she had read before transmigrating into this world.
"Yes, I remember now—the rebellion arc. How could I forget such a crucial part of the story?" she whispered, her expression darkening.
"It's the moment when Duke Lucien meets his inevitable downfall."
"This rebellion… it will fail."
