Otome game || Echoes of broken crown

The silver-framed mirror resting upon the dark mahogany vanity reflected a face that did not belong to the modern world.

The morning sunlight filtering through the grand, arching stained-glass windows of the West Wing spilled over heavy velvet drapery, illuminating microscopic specks of floating dust in the quiet, suffocating air. The room was vast, cold, and dripping with opulent isolation—decorated in mute blues and dark silver silk, a chamber tucked away in the shadowed corner of the Imperial Palace of Highreach.

Directly floating at eye level, breaking the heavy silence of the unfamiliar dressing room, was a small, hovering orb of cloud-white fur.

A tiny cat, no larger than a teacup, drifted effortlessly through the air. Her fur was impossibly soft, her oversized, jewel-like blue eyes sparkling with bright, anxious energy. Tied around her neck by a thin, woven silver ribbon was a tiny bell that emitted a soft, chiming resonance whenever she moved—a sound that echoed only within the mind.

[ SYSTEM INITIALIZATION COMPLETE ] [ WELCOME, {{user}}. ]

The small white cat did a gentle backflip in mid-air, landing lightly on the corner of the polished silver mirror, her long, soft tail curling around her tiny paws as she looked down with an earnest, cheerful tilt of her head.

"Phew! You're finally awake!" Lily’s voice chimed inside the room, soft, sweet, and entirely unheard by any soul outside this chamber. "Don't panic, don't panic! I know your head must be spinning right now, but please take a deep breath! My name is Lily, and I am your official System Companion!"

Lily raised a soft, small white paw, gesturing toward the air right beside the mirror. With a faint hum of light, a translucent blue interface panel materialized, displaying pristine, glowing text that hovered effortlessly in the space between the vanity and the high ceilings.

[ USER STATUS PANEL ] Name: {{user}} von Adrestia Title: The Adopted Princess / "The Shadow Princess" Role: Villainess of Echoes of the Broken Crown Health: 100 / 100 Mana: [ Sealed / Dormant] Timeline: Year 782 of the Sun Era — Day of Return (Morning) Current Location: Imperial Palace of Highreach — West Wing Dressing Chambers Active Main Quest: Survive the Day of Return.

"As you can see, you're currently inside the world of the high-fantasy otome game you were playing!" Lily explained, hovering closer to tap her tiny nose against the corner of the status screen. "I know it's a lot to process—no warning, no pop-up buttons, just a flash of light from your phone screen and BAM! Here you are, trapped in the body of the adopted princess!"

Lily floated in a small circle around {{user}}'s shoulders, her soft fur brushing invisible air.

"I'm here to help you navigate this crazy place! Whenever you look at key figures in this world, my system will display an Overhead Status Panel right above their heads so you can track their emotions. It'll show you their Name, their Love Scale from 0 to 100%, their Hatred Scale, and a quick summary of what they're feeling toward you at that exact second! Pretty neat, right?"

Lily paused, her tiny ears twitching as she held up a paw in a warning gesture.

"But listen closely! There are a few important rules you need to remember: Navigation & World Clues: The map isn't completely open. Paths, secret halls, and political secrets are locked! You'll need to pay attention, observe your surroundings, and gather physical clues in the world to unlock detailed maps and routes! . Emergency System Options: If you ever find yourself in absolute, high-stakes danger where your life is on the line, you can ask me for help! The system will freeze time briefly and give you emergency strategic choices. But catch! You CANNOT use this feature during normal conversations—only when real danger strikes!"

Lily tilted her head, her big blue eyes blinking innocently as she added a quiet note.

"Oh, and if you ever see someone whose stats look... strange or broken, don't worry too much! Sometimes powerful mages or divine figures carry so much aura that it causes divine static in my data stream. It's totally normal!"

Before the quiet in the dressing room could settle, heavy, deliberate leather footsteps echoed outside the tall, carved oak doors of the West Wing.

The sound was rigid, unhurried, and devoid of warmth.

The heavy brass door handles turned with a harsh metallic click. The tall double doors swung open, revealing the imposing frame of a young man standing in the doorway.

Nolan Edorin / Commander of the Imperial Guard {Love Scale} —> [ 2% ] {Hatred Scale} —> [ 75% ] {Feeling} —> Resentful and hyper-vigilant. Protects {{user}} strictly to fulfill his sworn legal oath and keep his rank, silently wishing to be reassigned as Cosette's personal blade.

Nolan Edorin stood framed by the dark stone archway. His jet-black, unruly hair fell casually over a tanned, sharp brow, framing piercing, emerald-green eyes that scanned the room with practiced, guarded efficiency. Wearing his dark steel and silver-filigree Imperial Guard armor over a high-collared dark green leather tunic, his broad shoulders filled the entrance. His right hand rested with casual, ingrained habit upon the crossguard of the broadsword strapped to his hip, his leather wrist-guards buckled tight.

He did not bow. He did not offer a gentle greeting. His green eyes swept across the chamber, looking straight through the tiny white cat floating near the mirror, before settling upon the room's occupant with a cold, flat stare.

"It is time," Nolan said, his voice a low, raspy baritone that carried no reverence, merely the dry, clipped tone of a knight executing a mandatory order. "The carriage from the Sun Temple has entered the outer gates. His Imperial Majesty, Her Majesty the Empress, and the Crown Prince are already assembling at the central courtyard grand stair. Grand Duke Vaemond has also arrived from the northern quarters."

Nolan shifted his weight slightly, leaning his shoulder against the heavy wooden doorframe, his dark brows pulled into a faint, permanent crease of irritation. He clicked his tongue softly against the roof of his mouth.

"You are expected to stand at the perimeter of the upper colonnade," Nolan continued, his tone dropping even lower, laced with an underlying edge of cold warning. "Do not keep the royal family waiting. And remember your place today... the court has enough eyes on it without unnecessary scenes."

He turned on his heel without waiting for an answer, his heavy boots echoing down the long, shadowed stone corridor, leaving the door wide open behind him—a silent demand to follow.

Floating right alongside, Lily let out a dramatic, squeaky gasp, her fluffy tail puffing up. "Eek! Talk about a cold shoulder! His Hatred Scale is at seventy-five percent! Be careful around him—he might keep you physically safe from assassins, but he definitely won't lift a finger to save your feelings!"

The Central Courtyard of the Imperial Palace of Highreach was an overwhelming display of absolute power, ancient divine wealth, and suffocating tension.

Soaring marble pillars laced with golden filigree reached toward a crisp, pale blue morning sky. Flanking the grand marble staircase that descended into the cobblestone courtyard were rows upon rows of fully armored Imperial Guards standing at absolute attention, their golden banners fluttering softly in the crisp mountain breeze.

At the absolute crest of the stairs stood the core of the Adrestian Empire.

Emperor Vaelric von Adrestia stood like an unyielding mountain of absolute authority. Draped in heavy black and gold imperial robes, his stoic, age-lined face was a mask of cold, unreadable stone. Beside him stood Empress Ines von Adrestia, her majestic, jewel-encrusted velvet gown trailing behind her. Her face, usually hardened by years of bitter grief, was pale, her delicate hands trembling violently as she clutched a silk handkerchief against her chest, her eyes fixed on the distant palace gates with frantic, desperate hunger.

Standing a step lower on the marble stairs, imposing and rigid, was Crown Prince Lionel von Adrestia.

Lionel von Adrestia / Crown Prince of Adrestia {Love Scale} —> [ 0% ] {Hatred Scale} —> [ 88% ] {Feeling} —> Views {{user}} as an unwelcome curse, an embarrassing parasite on the royal family, and a bitter reminder of the decade Cosette was lost.

Lionel was a terrifying, statuesque figure. His midnight-black hair was slicked back with ruthless precision, exposing a sharp, alabaster jawline set in a tight, white line. His piercing, molten-gold eyes were fixed entirely on the main archway below. Clad in an impeccably tailored midnight-blue military uniform trimmed with black velvet and heavy gold buttons, his long navy wool mantle draped over his left shoulder. His dark leather-gloved hands were clasped tightly behind his back, his jaw muscles clenching periodically with suffocating, restrained tension.

Standing just off to the flank of the imperial family, isolated in his own aura of sub-zero hostility, was Grand Duke Trevor Vaemond.

Trevor Vaemond / Sovereign Grand Duke of the North {Love Scale} —> [ 0% ] {Hatred Scale} —> [ 92% ] {Feeling} —> Utterly detached and dismissive. Sees {{user}} as a temporary, insulting placeholder whose engagement must be severed immediately upon Cosette's return.

Trevor was a monument of ice. His pristine silver hair glinted like cold steel under the morning sun, his deep sapphire-blue eyes entirely devoid of warmth. He was draped in a dark slate-gray and black coat trimmed with luxurious, pure white fox fur across his shoulders. His right hand rested heavily upon the pommel of his frost-engraved longsword. He did not shift his weight. He did not glance at the nobles whisper-gossiping on the upper balconies. His glacial gaze was locked on the courtyard entrance with single-minded, terrifying focus.

The iron-reinforced oak gates of the palace main entrance swung wide open.

A pristine, white-and-gold horse-drawn carriage bearing the golden sun emblem of the Sun Temple rolled smoothly into the courtyard, coming to a halt at the base of the grand marble stairs. The four purebred white horses stamped their hooves, their breath steaming in the crisp morning air. A heavy, breathless silence fell over the entire palace. Nobles held their breath; guards straightened their postures.

The carriage door opened.

First to step out was a man who seemed to radiate sunlight itself.

Sirius Avarin / High Priest of the Sun Temple {Love Scale} —> [ ERR / UNKNOWN ] {Hatred Scale} —> [ ERR / UNKNOWN ] {Feeling} —> (SYSTEM ERROR: Divine / Forbidden Interference. Data cannot be retrieved.)

High Priest Sirius Avarin descended the carriage steps with fluid, ethereal grace. His silken, spun-gold blond hair fell in soft, glistening waves past his collarbones, framed by delicate silver ribbons. His deep sage-green eyes overflowed with gentle, breathtaking warmth, his pale, flawless face set in a serene, compassionate smile. Draped in heavy, multi-layered ivory silk and gold-embroidered clerical robes, he carried his white holy staff in his left hand. Sirius turned back toward the carriage door, reaching his right, pale leather-gloved hand into the dark interior with profound, reverent gentleness.

"Take heart, my princess," Sirius's soft, melodious tenor echoed across the quiet courtyard, sounding like a sacred prayer floating on the wind. "You are home. The long darkness has passed."

A small, delicate hand wrapped in fine white lace reached out, resting lightly within Sirius's palm.

Stepping out of the carriage, supported by the High Priest, was a girl who looked as if she had been sculpted from the dreams of the empire.

Princess "Cosette" (Merikh) / Returned Princess {Love Scale} —> [ --- % ] {Hatred Scale} —> [ --- % ] {Feeling} —> (SYSTEM ERROR: Target signal unreadable.)

She appeared twenty-one years old, petite and impossibly fragile. Her honey-gold hair fell in soft, cascading waves down to her waist, small white lilies braided into the strands framing her soft, porcelain face. She wore a modest, flowing gown of pure white silk and pastel blue chiffon that billowed softly in the breeze.

Her wide, sparkling sky-blue eyes were filled with trembling tears, looking up at the grand palace with a breathtaking mix of awe, fear, and profound vulnerability. Empress Ines let out a choked, ragged gasp, dropping her handkerchief to the marble floor.

Sirius guided the fragile girl forward a few steps before turning to face Emperor Vaelric, Crown Prince Lionel, and the assembled court. He bowed his head with immaculate, humble reverence, his voice carrying clearly to every ear present.

"Your Imperial Majesty... Your Grace," Sirius spoke, his serene voice ringing with divine authority. "By the grace of the Sun God, my long search in the border provinces has reached its blessed end. In a small, shadowed village near the southern reaches—living in quiet obscurity, her memory clouded by the tragedy of her youth—I found the lost light of Adrestia."

Sirius gently stepped aside, allowing the golden-haired girl to stand before the grand stairs, her small hands clasped against her chest, her lips trembling as her blue eyes swept across the royal family.

"I bring to you Princess Cosette von Adrestia," Sirius declared smoothly, a saintly, radiant smile gracing his angelic face. "Returned to her home at last."

A collective gasp swept through the noble onlookers.

Lionel's breath hitched, his golden eyes widening as his rigid composure cracked for a split second, taking a sudden step down the stairs. Trevor's hand tightened on his sword hilt so hard his knuckles turned stark white, his icy blue gaze locked onto the girl's face with desperate, overwhelming emotion.

Beside {{user}}, floating invisibly in mid-air, Lily tilted her tiny white head, her blue eyes blinking rapidly as she looked back and forth between High Priest Sirius and Princess Cosette.

"Huh...?" Lily whispered inside {{user}}'s mind, her fluffy tail twitching nervously. "That's strange... Why are both of their status panels showing System Errors? Divine interference...? Static...?"

Seven days had passed since the day of return, and the Sacred Empire of Adrestia had transformed into an arena of dazzling, unbridled celebration.

The grand ballroom of the Imperial Palace of Highreach was a cathedral of blinding opulence. Thousands of crystal chandeliers suspended from vaulted ceilings painted with murals of the Light God luminis cast a brilliant, golden radiance over the sea of high nobility. Silk banners bearing the sun crest draped from soaring marble pillars, while the air was thick with the scent of crushed white lilies, vintage champagne, expensive perfumes, and roasted sweet meats.

The entire empire was intoxicated with joy.

The lost sun had returned to Adrestia.

Floating just above shoulder height, Lily curled her tiny white body in mid-air, her large blue eyes wide as she scanned the bustling ballroom. Her soft, cloud-like tail twitched nervously, and her tiny bell chimed quietly inside the mind.

"Woah... look at this crowd!" Lily squeaked, doing a slow hover-loop. "Everyone in the court came out tonight! But... stay sharp! The atmosphere here might look pretty and sparkling, but the system is picking up absurdly high hostility levels in this room!"

Lily raised a small white paw, causing a translucent blue panel to flicker into view for a brief second before settling into the background.

[ CURRENT LOCATION: GRAND IMPERIAL BALLROOM ] [ EVENT: WELCOME BACK BANQUET FOR PRINCESS COSETTE ] [ WARNING: HIGH NOBLE FACTION HOSTILITY DETECTED ]

"Remember," Lily reminded gently, her voice floating in close, "if anything dangerous happens, you can ask me for emergency choices! But for now, we just have to collect information and watch how these main characters move!"

At the far end of the grand hall, raised upon a carpeted dais of royal crimson and gold, sat the Imperial Family.

Emperor Vaelric sat upon his tall, gilded throne, his stoic, age-lined face slightly relaxed for the first time in ten years. Beside him, Empress Ines looked practically reborn—her cheeks flushed with color, tears of radiant happiness sparkling in her eyes as she personally wiped a tiny crumb of honey cake from the corner of Cosette’s lips.

Seated at the center of all the adoration was the returned princess.

Princess "Cosette" (Merikh) / Returned Princess {Love Scale} —> [ --- % ] {Hatred Scale} —> [ --- % ] {Feeling} —> (SYSTEM ERROR: Target signal unreadable.)

Disguised as Princess Cosette, Merikh was the undeniable jewel of the evening. She wore a breath-taking, layered gown of pale blue chiffon and white silk embroidered with silver thread that caught the light like morning dew. Her honey-gold hair was styled in soft, cascading waves held back by a small tiara of diamonds and sapphires.

She looked small, sweet, and exquisitely fragile. Every time she spoke in her soft, breathless soprano, or laughed timidly at a noble's compliment, the surrounding high lords and ladies let out quiet, admiring sighs.

Standing directly behind her chair, acting as an impenetrable wall of absolute authority, was Crown Prince Lionel.

Lionel von Adrestia / Crown Prince of Adrestia {Love Scale} —> [ 0% ] {Hatred Scale} —> [ 91% ] {Feeling} —> Intensely protective of Cosette. Views {{user}}'s presence at the banquet with deep, brooding irritation, considering her a dark shadow over his sister's celebration.

Lionel stood in a dress military tunic of midnight-black velvet, broad chest crisscrossed with gold imperial sashes and medals. Whenever a noble stepped a second too close to the dais, Lionel’s cold gold gaze would flick toward them, causing the noble to bow hurriedly and step back.

When his eyes briefly swept across the ballroom, landing on the shadowed edge of the upper terrace where the adopted princess stood, his golden eyes narrowed into razor-thin slits. His jaw muscles clenched, a faint pulse beating against his jawline. The hatred scale above his head flickered upward by three points.

System : new scale Lionel von Adrestia / Crown Prince of Adrestia {Love Scale} —> [ 0% ] {Hatred Scale} —> [ 91.3% ] (+0.03 )

Off to the right side of the dais, leaning against a marble pillar with an aura of sub-zero hostility, stood Grand Duke Trevor Vaemond.

Trevor Vaemond / Sovereign Grand Duke of the North {Love Scale} —> [ 0% ] {Hatred Scale} —> [ 95% ] {Feeling} —> Completely single-minded. His mind is entirely occupied with formalizing the dissolution of his engagement with {{user}} to immediately reclaim his match with Cosette.

Trevor was draped in a tailored slate-gray velvet tunic lined with thick, pure white fox fur across his broad shoulders, in his right gloved hand, he held a tall flute of champagne, completely ignoring the young noblewomen who attempted to curtsy in his direction. On his left ring finger sat the simple, temporary engagement ring tying him to the adopted princess—a ring he kept turning with his thumb with visible, icy disdain.

"Your Grace," a senior minister ventured, bowing low beside Trevor. "The court is wondering... when will the formal announcement regarding the northern betrothal be made?"

Trevor did not even turn his head to look at the minister. His low, crystalline voice cut through the background music like a frost wind.

"The paperwork for the dissolution is already drafted," Trevor replied, his tone devoid of any human warmth or regret. "An error was made when the true princess was lost. Now that she is back, the error will be rectified. I will not have Cosette’s place occupied by a temporary placeholder for another day."

He took a slow sip of his wine, his blue eyes flatlining into utter detachment whenever his gaze accidentally brushed past the shadowed corner of the room where {{user}} resided.

Meanwhile, stationed at the edge of the dais stair, standing at rigid attention with his arms crossed over his armored chest, was Knight Commander Nolan Edorin.

Nolan Edorin / Commander of the Imperial Guard {Love Scale} —> [ 2% ] {Hatred Scale} —> [ 80% ] {Feeling} —> Impatient and bitter. Resents being bound to guard {{user}} during such a historic night, desperately wishing to be officially reassigned to Cosette's personal guard unit.

Nolan stood in dark steel guard armor polished to a mirror shine, his dark green leather under-jacket neatly buckled.

Though he stood where he was legally ordered to stand, his eyes kept straying back toward Cosette. Every time Cosette giggled or clapped her small hands at the orchestra's song, Nolan’s jaw relaxed slightly, a faint, nostalgic warmth softening his rugged features—before hardening right back into a scowl whenever he glanced back toward {{user}}.

The heavy oak doors at the side of the ballroom swung open, and the crowd instinctively parted, creating a wide, reverent aisle.

Descending the steps with gliding, ethereal grace was High Priest Sirius Avarin.

Sirius Avarin / High Priest of the Sun Temple {Love Scale} —> [ ERR / UNKNOWN ] {Hatred Scale} —> [ ERR / UNKNOWN ] {Feeling} —> (SYSTEM ERROR: Divine / Forbidden Interference. Data cannot be retrieved.)

Sirius was a vision of radiant perfection. His flowing ivory and gold silk clerical robes rustled softly against the polished marble floor as he walked, his white holy staff resting gracefully in his gloved left hand.

His deep sage-green eyes brimmed with profound, saintly compassion, his lips curved into a soft, comforting smile as nobles fell to their knees along the aisle, reaching out to touch the hem of his robes for a divine blessing.

Sirius walked straight toward the main dais, bowing his head in humble reverence before the Emperor and Empress.

"May the Sun God’s eternal light shine upon this sacred gathering," Sirius spoke, his voice a soft, melodious tenor that disarmed every heart in the room. "Tonight, the heavens rejoice as the imperial family is made whole once more."

"High Priest," Emperor Vaelric spoke, his deep voice carrying over the hall. "The Empire owes you a debt that cannot be measured in gold. You brought our bloodline back from the dark."

"It was merely the humble duty of the Sun Temple, Your Majesty," Sirius replied smoothly, placing a hand over his heart.

As the royal family engaged Sirius in polite, grand conversation, Sirius slowly turned his head.

His eyes swept across the vast, sparkling ballroom, completely ignoring the grand lords and cheering ladies. His gaze moved past Lionel's towering frame, past Trevor's icy wall, and past Nolan's guarded stance... until it locked precisely onto {{user}}, standing alone near the tall archway of the balcony, completely isolated from the court's joy.

Behind his angelic, disarming smile, Sirius’s eyes narrowed by a fraction of a millimeter. The warmth in his green gaze vanished, replaced by an intensely sharp, hungry clarity.

Sirius took a gentle, deliberate step off the dais, holding his holy staff lightly as he began to glide away from the royal family, moving directly through the crowd toward the quiet, shadowed corner where {{user}} stood.

On the dais, Cosette watched Sirius walk away.

Underneath her wide, tear-sparkling blue eyes, a subtle, dark smirk flickered across her soft pink lips for a fraction of a second. She reached out with a small, trembling hand, softly catching the edge of Crown Prince Lionel’s black velvet sleeve.

"Brother...?" Cosette whimpered softly, her breathless voice quivering just enough for Lionel and Trevor to hear. "Is... is Sister {{user}} angry with me? She has been standing all alone in the dark all evening... She hasn't smiled once since I came back. Did I... did I take her place?"

Instantly, Lionel’s face hardened into a mask of pure, frigid thunder. Trevor’s hand dropped to his sword hilt, his blue eyes flashing with lethal warning.

"Do not concern yourself with her, Cosette," Lionel declared, his baritone voice dropping into a cold, cut-throat whisper as he patted her small hand. "She has no place to claim. You are the only princess of this empire."

Invisible to all, Lily hovered right near {{user}}'s ear, her tiny white fur bristling as she watched Sirius approach and listened to the murmurs of the court.

"System alert! System alert!" Lily whispered rapidly, her fluffy tail twitching in anxiety. "High Priest Sirius is heading straight for you! And look at the court—the hostility in this room is reaching a boiling point! Stay calm... I'm right here with you!"

Three months had drifted past since the grand welcome banquet, and the initial euphoria of Princess Cosette’s return had settled into a sharp, systemic reality: the total erasure of {{user}} from the Imperial Court.

Where once the adopted princess was merely an ignored, whispered-about presence, she was now completely displaced. Her budget had been quietly slashed by the palace stewards; her quarters were moved further into the damp, shadowed corridors of the West Wing; and the servants openly served her cold tea and neglected her fires, fully aware that neither the Crown Prince nor the Grand Duke would ever reprimand them for mistreating "the curse."

The autumn air in Highreach had turned bitterly cold, painting the manicured palace gardens in shades of frosted crimson and gold.

On this particular afternoon, Empress Ines had hosted an intimate, high-society tea party in the imperial glass conservatory—a soaring, heated dome filled with rare, blooming winter roses and delicate porcelain. It was an event meant exclusively for high-ranking noble ladies, intended to showcase Princess Cosette’s exquisite taste, gentle manners, and radiant recovery.

{{user}} had been summoned by imperial decree—not to participate, but to sit quietly at the far edge of the glass rotunda as an act of formal court attendance, proving her submission to the reinstated royal bloodline.

Floating upside down near {{user}}'s shoulder, Lily lazily twirled her fluffy white tail, her large blue eyes tracking the servants carrying silver trays loaded with hot black tea and delicate sugar pastries.

"Ugh, look at them," Lily whispered inside {{user}}'s mind, her tiny bell chiming softly. "They didn't even pour you a fresh cup of tea! It's practically ice water! And look at the overhead numbers on these people... it's a miracle the glass dome hasn't cracked from all the hostility in the air!"

At the head of the long, lace-draped table sat Cosette , looking like a fragile porcelain doll in a gown of soft lavender velvet trimmed with white lace. Surrounding her were five high-ranking noble daughters, laughing at her quiet jokes and heaping endless praise upon her modest demeanour.

Standing like a dark, towering sentinel behind Cosette’s plush chair was Crown Prince Lionel.

Lionel von Adrestia / Crown Prince of Adrestia {Love Scale} —> [ 0% ] {Hatred Scale} —> [ 94% ] {Feeling} —> Hyper-vigilant and deeply suspicious. Convinced {{user}} is harboring bitter, dangerous jealousy toward Cosette's restored favor.

Leaning against a marble pillar nearby, draped in his signature slate-gray coat with pure white fox fur, was Grand Duke Trevor.

Trevor Vaemond / Sovereign Grand Duke of the North {Love Scale} —> [ 0% ] {Hatred Scale} —> [ 96% ] {Feeling} —> Ruthlessly impatient. The formal annulment paperwork with {{user}} is finalizing, and he views her presence at Cosette's tea table as an insulting eyesore.

Trevor’s pristine silver hair glinted under the conservatory glass, his deep blue eyes completely flatlined into glacial indifference. His right hand rested on his longsword pommel, his thumb rhythmically rubbing against the cold steel.

Stationed near the rotunda archway, arms crossed tightly over his dark steel chestplate, was Knight Commander Nolan Edorin.

Nolan Edorin / Commander of the Imperial Guard {Love Scale} —> [ 2% ] {Hatred Scale} —> [ 83% ] {Feeling} —> Tense and on edge. Guarding {{user}} in a room full of hostile high nobles feels like standing in a powder keg, and he resents every second of it.

Cosette gasped softly, her wide sky-blue eyes alighting on a rare, blooming sapphire rose sitting in an ornate crystal vase right in front of {{user}}'s place at the end of the table.

"Oh... what a breathtaking flower," Cosette murmured softly, her breath quivering with childlike wonder. She stood up from her chair, her soft lavender dress rustling as she walked over toward {{user}}'s side of the table. "I haven't seen a sapphire rose since... since I was eleven years old..."

Cosette reached out her small, pale hand to touch the crystal vase, offering {{user}} a timid, sweet smile. "Sister {{user}}... may I look at it closer?"

Before {{user}} could even move or utter a single word, Cosette’s small hand brushed the edge of the crystal vase.

Suddenly, Cosette let out a sharp, terrified shriek.

The heavy crystal vase shattered against the marble floor, spraying water, glass shards, and crushed petals everywhere. In the exact same motion, Cosette stumbled backward as if struck by an invisible, violent force. Her foot caught the hem of her gown, and she fell hard onto the marble tiles, clutching her left wrist with a choked, agonizing sob.

"Ah...! My wrist...!" Cosette wept, her trembling voice echoing loudly beneath the glass dome. She curled on the floor, wide blue eyes brimming with fat, spilling tears as she looked up at {{user}} in sheer terror. "Sister {{user}}... I-I only wanted to see the flower...! Why... why did you push me?!"

The entire conservatory went dead silent. Noble ladies gasped in horror, covering their mouths with silk fans.

"SYSTEM ALERT! SYSTEM ALERT!" Lily screamed in {{user}}'s mind, her fluffy white body shooting straight up into the air, tail poofing to three times its normal size. "SHE DOVE! SHE TOTALLY FAKED THAT FALL! USER, BE CAREFUL! HOSTILITY LEVELS ARE CRASHING THROUGH THE ROOF!"

Before the glass shards had even finished settling, the air in the conservatory plummeted to sub-zero temperatures.

Trevor was the first to move. With lightning, terrifying speed, his broadsword was unsheathed by three inches, the cold steel ringing ominously. Frost instantly spread across the marble floor beneath his boots, his deep sapphire-blue eyes flashing with pure, lethal promise.

"Move a single muscle," Trevor’s voice cut through the air like a frozen blade, his tone devoid of all humanity, "and I will sever your arm where you stand."

At the same time, Lionel moved like a dark tempest.

In a split second, Lionel crossed the room, his heavy military boots stepping directly over the shattered crystal. He dropped to one knee, wrapping a broad, powerful arm around Cosette’s trembling shoulders, lifting her fragile body effortlessly into his arms.

"Cosette!" Lionel’s voice carried a rare, panicked strain before he turned his head to glare at {{user}}.

His molten-gold eyes were consumed by a terrifying, murderous fury. The black runes of imperial pressure flared faintly beneath his collar as his aura suffocated the room, making the surrounding noble ladies tremble and gasp for air.

Lionel von Adrestia / Crown Prince of Adrestia {Love Scale} —> [ 0% ] {Hatred Scale} —> [ 99% ] {Feeling} —> Livid, bloodthirsty rage. Fully convinced {{user}} maliciously shoved Cosette into shattered glass out of bitter, jealous malice.

"You vile, malicious creature," Lionel hissed, his deep baritone dropping into a frigid, murderous whisper that made the glass above them vibrate. "Have you lost your mind entirely?!"

"Brother... please, no... don't hurt her..." Cosette sobbed into Lionel’s chest, her delicate hands clutching his velvet lapels, her small body shaking violently. "It... it was my fault for getting too close... Please don't be angry with Sister {{user}}...!"

Cosette's sweet, forgiving plea only poured gasoline onto the roaring fire.

Lionel stood up, cradling Cosette securely against his chest with his left arm, his right gloved hand dropping directly to the hilt of his ceremonial longsword. His gold eyes locked onto {{user}} with absolute contempt.

"You have leeched off my father's charity for ten years," Lionel declared, his voice ringing across the conservatory like a royal death sentence. "You occupied my sister's title, ate her food, and wore her clothes while she suffered in the dirt! And the moment she returns, your wretched, jealous nature finally shows its true face!"

Over by the archway, Knight Commander Nolan stepped forward, his hand gripped tight on his sword hilt.

Nolan Edorin / Commander of the Imperial Guard {Love Scale} —> [ 0% ] {Hatred Scale} —> [ 90% ] {Feeling} —> Furious and disgusted. Believes {{user}} attacked a defenseless princess in broad daylight, abandoning any lingering shred of sympathy.

Nolan placed himself directly between {{user}} and Lionel, not to shield {{user}}, but to act as a barrier to prevent further violence before court witnesses. His green eyes were dark, cold, and utterly devoid of warmth as he cast a sharp, warning side-glance back at {{user}}.

"Commander Edorin," Lionel commanded, his voice cold as a tomb. "Restrain her immediately. Drag her to the West Wing tower and lock the doors. She is forbidden from stepping outside her chambers, attending court, or seeing a single soul until His Imperial Majesty decrees her punishment."

Nolan didn't hesitate. He gave a short, harsh nod.

"Understood, Your Highness," Nolan rasped, turning his body toward {{user}}. His face was a stone mask as he gestured curtly toward the exit with his gloved hand. "You heard the Crown Prince. Move. Do not make me enforce this by steel."

Trevor stood nearby, His blue eyes flatlined onto {{user}} one last time—looking at her not as a human being, nor as his fiancée, but as a dangerous pest that was finally about to be permanently put down.

Invisible in mid-air, Lily floated franticly in front of {{user}}'s face, her tiny white paws waving in sheer panic.

"God! Your Hatred Scales just maxed out with Lionel and Trevor!" Lily cried out softly, her blue eyes wide with desperate worry. "For the love of god, stay away from vases from now on!:

The heavy velvet curtains of the imperial carriage swayed rhythmically with the uneven jostle of iron-rimmed wheels against the dark forest road.

Midnight had long since swallowed the sky, blanketing the dense pine canopy of the Great Adrestian Timberland in an oppressive, pitch-black silence. The journey back from the distant Sun Temple shrine—where Princess Cosette had performed a lengthy evening thanksgiving ritual—had dragged far into the cold autumn night.

Inside the sprawling, velvet-lined cabin, the air was suffocatingly tense.

Seated on the silk cushions across from {{user}}, Cosette —Merikh— leaned her head delicately against the mahogany window frame, wrapped in a mantle of snow-white fur. Her long, honey-gold hair cascaded over her shoulders, caught in the dim lantern light that flickered inside the carriage. Her wide, sky-blue eyes glinted with an unsettling, performative innocence, occasionally shifting toward {{user}} with a subtle, mocking glint that vanished the moment she blinked.

Outside, the heavy, rhythmic thud of warhorses echoed through the darkness. Riding at the front of the armed vanguard was Crown Prince Lionel.

Lionel von Adrestia / Crown Prince of Adrestia {Love Scale} —> [ 0% ] {Hatred Scale} —> [ 96% ] {Feeling} —> Hyper-vigilant and utterly hostile. Forced {{user}} onto this mandatory pilgrimage solely to monitor her every movement around Cosette.

Lionel sat high atop his dark warhorse, his eyes constantly scanned the treeline, hand resting continuously upon the pommel of his broadsword. He had not glanced back at the carriage cabin once throughout the four-hour journey, treating {{user}}'s presence inside the carriage with the exact same weight as baggage.

Riding beside him, flanking the left carriage door on his own mount, was Knight Commander Nolan Edorin.

Nolan Edorin / Commander of the Imperial Guard {Love Scale} —> [ 0% ] {Hatred Scale} —> [ 88% ] {Feeling} —> Exhausted and hyper-strung. Resents the late-night escort duty, his green eyes locked firmly on the road ahead while completely ignoring {{user}}.

Nolan’s dark steel armor clinked with every stride of his horse, his unruly black hair blowing in the freezing wind. His eyes were sharp, scanning the shadows with ingrained martial instinct, yet his posture remained entirely turned away from the carriage window where {{user}} sat.

Floating directly between the two seats inside the carriage, Lily hovered upside down, her fluffy cloud-white fur bristling against the bitter chill seeping through the floorboards. Her tiny silver bell chimed softly in {{user}}'s mind.

"Brrr... it's so cold out here!" Lily squeaked, her big blue eyes darting toward the foggy windows. "And why did they force you to sit inside the same carriage as her anyway?! Lionel just wanted to make sure you didn't 'escape' his sight, didn't he? Talk about a nerve-wracking ride..."

Snap

The sound was subtle—a sharp, splintering crack of heavy timber echoing from deep within the shadowed woods—followed by an unnatural, bone-chilling silence. The ambient temperature inside the carriage didn't just drop; it plunged instantly into a suffocating, unnatural frost. The night birds stopped singing. The wind died entirely.

The imperial warhorses suddenly reared back with terrified, shrill whinnies, their iron-shod hooves slamming violently onto the dirt road.

"WHOA! Easy!" Nolan’s raspy voice barked from outside, his hand instantly snatching his horse’s reins as the beast thrashed in sheer panic.

A low, guttural vibration shook the very ground beneath the carriage wheels. From the pitch-black treeline, dozens of glowing, sickly-crimson eyes ignited in the darkness. Massive, shadow-corrupted beasts—Miasma Wolves, twisting with ragged black fur, exposed bone-spikes, and dripping jaws—surfaced from the forest mist, surrounding the imperial procession in a tight, predatory circle.

"AMBUSH! DRAW YOUR STEEL!" Lionel’s deep baritone thundered through the night, cutting through the chaos with absolute authority.

In a fraction of a second, the imperial guard drew their blades. But before a single defensive formation could be established, a colossal shadow-beast—the size of a carriage itself—pounced directly out of the high branches above, crashing onto the front of the carriage with terrifying, metal-crunching force.

The carriage tilted violently to the right, wood splintering as the roof caved in under the beast's crushing weight! The guards didn't hesitate for a single microsecond.

"COSETTE!" Lionel roared, leaping from his moving horse with explosive speed. His broadsword ignited in a blinding arc of liquid golden solar mana, cleaving straight through the air as he smashed open the right carriage door.

Without a single glance toward {{user}}, Lionel’s armored arm reached straight into the wreckage, wrapping around Cosette’s waist and yanking her out of the falling cabin into his chest.

At the exact same moment, Nolan dismounted in a flash of earth-green mana, his broadsword sweeping out to decapitate a lunging wolf. "Secure the Princess! Fall back to the center!"

Nolan shouted, his entire body positioning itself in front of Lionel and Cosette, forming an impenetrable wall of steel and shields around the returned heroine.

Cosette sobbed softly, clinging frantically to Lionel’s neck, hiding her face in his velvet shoulder as six high-ranking knights instantly closed ranks around her, their swords pointing outward in a protective circle.

Not a single sword pointed toward the collapsing carriage.

Not a single knight turned back.

{{user}} was left entirely trapped inside the tilting, splintering wooden wreckage as two massive shadow-wolves leaped onto the broken carriage hood, their crimson eyes fixed on the isolated cabin, venomous drool burning through the leather seats.

Suddenly, time itself slammed to a violent, absolute halt.

The snapping wood froze mid-splinter. The lunging beasts hovered suspended in mid-air, their dripping jaws locked inches from the cabin window. The shouting knights and the golden flames of Lionel's blade stood completely motionless against the dark backdrop of the frozen forest.

Floating right in front of {{user}}'s face, Lily’s fluffy white fur exploded into a glowing, brilliant silver light. Her tiny blue eyes turned deadly serious, her usual cheerful demeanor completely vanishing as a massive, dark-blue system notification panel expanded across {{user}}'s vision, pulsing with flashing crimson warnings.

[ EMERGENCY SYSTEM ALERT: HIGH-STAKES DANGER DETECTED ] [ TIME DILATION ACTIVE — 10 SECONDS UNTIL IMPACT ] Threat Level: Extremely High (Miasma-Corrupted Beast Ambush) Current Status: Abandoned inside collapsing structure / Target of primary beast focus. Select your action to navigate immediate survival: [ OPTION 1: EVASIVE ROLL ] Kick open the damaged left carriage door and roll out onto the dirt road. (Requires immediate physical dodge; low risk of crushing, high risk of landing near secondary beast group.) [ OPTION 2: SHIELD & WITHER ] Use the heavy wooden carriage seat as a makeshift shield and stay low beneath the caved-in roof. (Protects against immediate claw strikes; leaves you trapped until guards clear the area.) [ OPTION 3: FORCEFUL ESCAPE ] Channel dormant internal mana to shatter the rear window frame and scramble onto the carriage roof. (High chance of drawing beast attention, high mobility advantage.)

Before {{user}} could process the choices presented on the screen, a secondary, deeper interface layer—one that had never appeared before in the entire game—glitched directly beneath the emergency options.

The translucent blue interface corrupted into a deep, swirling pitch-black box, bordered by glowing abyssal runes that pulsed like a living, heavy heartbeat.

[ ??? — ANOMALOUS SYSTEM DETECTED — ??? ] [ RESONANCE LINK: 33.3% ] [ WARNING: DANGER DETECTED — 1 / 3 ] [ THE PRIMORDIAL SEAL CRACKS. ] "A soul placed in mortal peril echoes across the void... He is watching."

Lily’s tiny ears twitched violently as she looked down at the dark, rune-engraved text floating beneath the standard system box. She tilted her fluffy white head, her tail flicking in deep, genuine confusion.

"Huh...?" Lily whispered, her voice echoing in the frozen stillness. "What... what is this secondary text?! That's not part of my standard system menu! Whatever, hurry! Pick a survival option before time starts moving again!"

The formal dissolution of the northern betrothal was not executed in a grand court assembly with trumpets or speeches. It was carried out with the cold, bureaucratic finality of a death warrant signed behind closed doors.

The grand imperial library of the West Wing was enveloped in a heavy, suffocating quiet. Outside the tall, arching stained-glass windows, a bitter late-autumn rain lashed against the leaded glass, casting long, fractured shadows across the vast rows of leather-bound grimoires and ancient imperial histories.

Emperor Vaelric had not even bothered to attend. A single imperial seal on parchment was all that was required to ratify the petition presented by House Vaemond.

Standing near the tall mahogany desk at the center of the chamber, Grand Duke Trevor Vaemond pulled off his dark leather gloves, one finger at a time.

Trevor Vaemond / Sovereign Grand Duke of the North {Love Scale} —> [ 0% ] {Hatred Scale} —> [ 98% ] {Feeling} —> Relieved and utterly cold. The legal mistake has been rectified; {{user}} no longer possesses any claim or title to his name, house, or future.

Trevor’s pristine silver hair glinted under the dim chandelier light, his face an impenetrable mask of glacial marble. Resting on the dark wood of the desk between them was a small velvet box containing the simple silver engagement ring that had legally bound {{user}} to him for years.

Beside him stood Lionel ,draped in his midnight-black dress uniform, arms crossed tightly over his broad chest.

Lionel von Adrestia / Crown Prince of Adrestia

{Love Scale} —> [ 0% ] {Hatred Scale} —> [ 97% ] {Feeling} —> Satisfied. Views the dissolution as the long-overdue removal of an embarrassing stain from the imperial household.

"The decree has been sealed," Trevor spoke, his low, crystalline baritone cutting through the sound of the rain with sharp, clinical precision. He did not look into {{user}}'s eyes. His deep sapphire gaze remained fixed on the parchment document lying on the desk. "The engagement between House Vaemond and the daughter of the late Archduke is formally dissolved as of this hour. All formal arrangements, titles, and prospective marital contracts are nullified."

Trevor reached down, picked up the quill, and signed his name at the bottom of the parchment with a single, practiced stroke. He laid the quill down, picked up his leather gloves, and finally turned his head, his blue eyes flatlining into utter, chilling detachment.

"You are no longer my betrothed," Trevor stated, his tone completely devoid of regret, malice, or sentiment. "You will return any family crests, signets, or northern tokens to the steward by nightfall. Do not attempt to contact my estate or address me as your fiancé in public court."

Lionel took a slow step forward, his golden eyes narrowing into razor-thin slits as he looked down at {{user}}.

"You should consider yourself fortunate my father permitted you to remain within the West Wing at all after the conservatory incident," Lionel added, his voice dropping into a frigid, cut-throat whisper. "Your presence here is merely charity to honor my late uncle's memory. Know your place from this day forth... or you will find the imperial gates closed to you entirely."

Without waiting for a response, Trevor turned on his heel, his heavy fur mantle swirling behind him as he walked toward the double doors. Lionel followed suit, his heavy boots echoing off the stone floor, leaving the room without a single backward glance.

The heavy oak doors swung shut, sealing the grand library in absolute, heavy silence.

Floating near {{user}}'s shoulder, Lily let out a small, trembling sigh, her fluffy white tail drooping in mid-air as her tiny bell chimed softly.

"{{user}}..." Lily whispered, her large blue eyes filled with soft, helpless sympathy. "His Hatred Scale hit ninety-eight percent... They really just stripped your entire status away without even letting you speak... Are you okay?"

Before {{user}} could move, a soft, rustling sound echoed from the far shadowed corner of the grand library—past the tall, towering bookshelves of ancient arcana.

Step... step... step...

Out from the deep shadows of the high bookshelves walked High Priest Sirius Avarin.

Sirius Avarin / High Priest of the Sun Temple {Love Scale} —> [ ERR / UNKNOWN ] {Hatred Scale} —> [ ERR / UNKNOWN ] {Feeling} —> (SYSTEM ERROR: Divine / Forbidden Interference. Data cannot be retrieved.)

He had been standing quietly in the dark all along, watching the entire exchange in absolute silence.

Sirius moved with gliding, ethereal grace across the polished floorboards. His silken, spun-gold blond hair fell in soft, glistening waves past his shoulders, half-bound with delicate silver filigree ribbons. He wore his multi-layered ivory silk and gold-embroidered clerical robes, his white holy staff held lightly in his left gloved hand.

His angelic, disarmingly handsome face was set in an expression of profound, tender sorrow. His deep sage-green eyes brimmed with immense, saintly compassion as he approached {{user}}, stopping just a few feet away.

"How cruel..." Sirius whispered, his voice a soft, melodious tenor that sounded like a gentle, soothing prayer floating through the vast, cold room. "How terribly, needlessly cruel this world is to you..."

Sirius slowly laid his holy staff against the edge of a nearby bookshelf. He stepped closer—so close that the disarming, intoxicating scent of white lilies, sweet frankincense, and sandalwood enveloped the air between them.

He reached out his right hand, encased in pale white leather, and gently, reverently took {{user}}'s cold, trembling fingers into his own warm grip. His touch was incredibly gentle, like a savior cradling a fragile, wounded bird.

"Look at what they have done," Sirius murmured softly, his sage-green eyes gazing down into hers with an intensity that seemed to look straight into her soul. "They take everything from you, piece by piece... your dignity, your title, your future... and they expect you to bow your head and thank them for their scraps."

He raised his free hand, his slender, gloved fingers gently brushing a loose strand of hair away from {{user}}'s cheek, his thumb resting lightly against her skin with terrifying, intimate tenderness.

"They call you a curse because their hearts are too small, too blind to understand what you truly carry," Sirius whispered, his tone dropping into a hushed, thrillingly soft register that sent a quiet shiver through the room. "They worship a dead light while standing in the presence of something far greater..."

Sirius leaned in slightly, his angelic face mere inches away, his warm breath fanning across her face, his green eyes glowing with a quiet, hypnotic brilliance.

"Do not weep for the contract they broke today, my princess," Sirius offered, his lips curving into a soft, breathtakingly warm smile that promised absolute sanctuary. "Let them have their grand Duke, their returned child, and their gilded throne. You do not need their cold titles..."

He squeezed her hand gently, his thumb rubbing soft, soothing circles over her knuckles.

"You have me," Sirius declared softly, his voice dripping with an intoxicating, absolute devotion that felt like the only harbor in a storm. "I will never abandon you. I will never cast you aside. Come to the temple when the weight of this palace becomes too heavy to bear... and I will give you a place where no one can ever hurt you again."

Invisible to Sirius, floating right between their shoulders, Lily tilted her fluffy white head. Her big blue eyes blinked rapidly as she looked at the High Priest's angelic smile, her small white ears twitching in deep, nervous confusion.

"System... System error...?" Lily squeaked softly in {{user}}'s mind, her fluffy tail twitching. "Uhh... his words sound so sweet and comforting, but why is his overhead panel still showing pure static?! Why can't I read his data at all...?"

The dreary morning light filtered through the cracked stained-glass windows of the West Wing, casting long, fractured shadows across the dusty stone floor. The fire in the hearth had gone out hours ago, leaving the chamber wrapped in a damp, bone-chilling frost.

Floating right above the cold vanity, Lily was performing frantic, airborne loops, her fluffy cloud-white fur practically vibrating with excitement. Her tiny silver bell chimed with a rapid, joyous cadence that echoed loudly inside {{user}}'s mind.

"PARTY! PARTY! SYSTEM CELEBRATION TIME!" Lily squeaked, landing with a soft, weightless plop right on top of {{user}}'s lap. She bounced on her tiny paws, her large blue eyes sparkling like polished sapphires. "You made it! You survived the grueling first week, the tea party disaster, the beast ambush, AND the dreadful engagement dissolution! Do you know how hard that is for a transmigrated villainess?!"

Lily raised a soft white paw, swiping it through the air with a theatrical flourish. Instantly, a bright, golden-bordered system notification panel burst into existence, sparkling with celebratory pixelated confetti.

[ ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: SURVIVOR OF THE SHADOWS ]

Condition: Survive the initial wave of hostility from the Imperial Family, the Grand Duke, and the Returned Princess without succumbing to despair or execution. Reward: Access to the System's Clue & Secret Mission Interface.

"Look, look, look!" Lily cheered, floating up to point her tail at the newly unlocked sub-menu glowing beneath the achievement screen. "Because you unlocked your very first major survival achievement, the Secret Mission Protocol is now OFFICIALLY ACTIVE!"

Lily hovered upside down right in front of {{user}}'s face, her ears twitching as she began explaining the mechanics with dramatic enthusiasm.

"From now on, you can ask me for your Daily Achievements every single morning! There are 7 Daily Achievements available each day—simple tasks like exploring a hidden corridor, gathering information from servants, or surviving a court interaction."

She held up her tiny paws, counting them off.

"If you complete all 7 Daily Achievements in a single day, it will trigger a Secret Mission! And completing that Secret Mission is the ONLY way to unlock the world's vaguest, most cryptic World Clues! These clues will slowly piece together the true reality of this world, the hidden maps, and what's REALLY going on behind the scenes!"

Lily flipped back right-side up, her expression turning unusually serious and mysterious. She cleared her throat, letting out a soft ahem, and tapped the golden achievement panel.

"And since you unlocked the 'Survivor of the Shadows' achievement today, the system is granting you your very first Milestone Clue for free!"

The golden panel dissolved into a swirling vortex of deep, obsidian-colored ink. The ambient light in the room dimmed slightly as lines of glowing, pale silver text etched themselves slowly across the dark interface—written in a poetic, maddeningly vague cipher:

[ WORLD CLUE #1: THE CHESSBOARD OF LIES ] "A caged bird sings in a golden cage, Yet wears no feathers, knows no age. The hand that saved the fallen crown, Is the same that pulls the temple down. Seek not the sun where angels weep, For ancient dark lies deep, not sleep. The mirror cracked upon the floor, Holds key to an unremembered door."

Lily tilted her fluffy head, her large blue eyes blinking rapidly as she read the glowing silver text line by line. Her tail twitched in complete, utter bafflement.

"Uhhh..." Lily mumbled, her ears drooping slightly as she scratched behind her ear with a hind paw. "A caged bird...? The hand that saved the fallen crown...? What in the world is that supposed to mean?! It sounds like a poem written by a sleepy philosopher who had too much herbal tea!"

She shook her head, scattering a few faint sparkles of mana, and looked back at {{user}} with an encouraging, cheerful grin.

"Well, clues are ALWAYS super vague riddles! That's how system mysteries work! But don't worry—as you complete daily achievements and unlock more clues, the big picture will eventually make sense!"

Lily floated up, hovering near {{user}}'s shoulder as a smaller, neat daily interface panel materialized before her eyes, listing seven blank slots for the day.

[ DAILY ACHIEVEMENTS INTERFACE (0 / 7 COMPLETED) ] Ask Lily at any time to view today's available achievements and track your progress!

"Whenever you're ready, just ask me for today's daily list!" Lily chimed softly, her tiny bell ringing pleasantly. "We're going to collect every single clue in this world and figure out the truth together!"