Elizabeth just watched in silence as the door to the room was sealed with bricks by the jailers guarding her.
In the end, only a small opening was left that could allow the cutlery to be put in and out.
The civilians who believed the rumors even went so far as to seal the few windows in the castle with stones in order to prevent her from escaping.
The room where she was imprisoned was dark.
Except when food is delivered once a day, the soldier will slightly open the small opening under the door, and light will shine through.
In other cases, Elizabeth could only be immersed in darkness.
Not even aware of the passage of time.
It seems like a second has passed, and it seems like a day has passed.
Nothing could be seen, nothing could be heard, and the definition of time was blurred in the darkness.
When Nadasdi was still there, he always thought of opening more windows to allow better lighting in the castle.
If only he had done so.
But even if she does this, the extra windows will still be blocked by people who are afraid of her 'prestige'.
Thinking of this, Elizabeth smiled to herself.
What, obviously I didn’t do anything.
But no one would believe it.
Elizabeth knew that there were soldiers guarding her outside the door, and Elizabeth also tried to have a conversation.
Even if she spoke to the jailer guarding her, he would not respond.
Sometimes even the jailers didn't bring food and they could only feel it by the feeling of hunger in their stomachs.
The food given to Elizabeth was only the simplest coarse grains, and the water was well water mixed with sediment.
Her guards had no reason to be greedy for such things.
Then why not come and give it to her?
He was just simply afraid of her, afraid of Bathory Elizabeth.
Everyone who knows the truth now is probably dead. Even if he is not dead yet, I am afraid he will never speak again in this life.
Speaking of resentment, Elizabeth rightfully resented them.
Resentful that the servants knew the truth of the matter but still perjured themselves.
Resentful of everyone who deprived her of her freedom and stigmatized her.
Nadasdi Ferenc resented leaving her alone and left first.
But if you are resentful, can you still go to heaven after death?
If I can't go to heaven, I won't be able to see Ferenc again.
She also wanted to complain properly about Ferenc after she died.
The rest of Elizabeth's life is predictable, and she can only spend it in this darkness.
However, the so-called rest of life is only a few years in this situation.
For Elizabeth, this might be better. Sooner death means sooner relief.
But in this darkness, years feel like decades, or even eternity.
However, if you commit suicide, you will definitely not go to heaven. Elizabeth can only slowly wait for the end of her life.
Anna is already married, and Paul should have no big problem under Turso's care. As for Paul's younger brothers and sisters, when Paul grows up to be the head of the family on his own, he will be able to protect them.
There should be no regrets in life.
However, tears still couldn't stop flowing from Elizabeth's eyes.
She obviously didn't want to recall it, but the scenes with Nadasdi Ferenc still appeared in front of Elizabeth's eyes with tears.
The first time I came to this castle, the first time I met my fiancé.
The first dinner with Ferenz, the first time he decorated his castle.
Countless memories emerged one after another.
The memory of her still young self and Nadasdi visiting every corner of the castle, even though it was the memory of Franz praising her every day at her request.
All the tears I thought I could shed for him have long since been shed.
I didn't expect there to be so many...
Elizabeth kept wiping the tears falling down her face.
Franz once said that tears would destroy her beauty. But Elizabeth, who has been detained for who knows how many years, may have lost her beauty long ago.
Maybe he was crying not for Franz at all, but for himself.
Being cast as the 'murderous devil', I can only tarnish the reputation he left behind during his lifetime.
But regardless of the injustice or the stigma, she just wanted to see that person again.
...........
Memories emerged one after another, and the heat in the body was drained away.
"I...it's so cold."
The coldness coming from her body made Elizabeth couldn't help but speak.
However, the hoarse voice made it impossible for her, who had not spoken for a long time, to recognize it.
"..."
"Go to sleep, ma'am."
The guard who had never spoken a word to Elizabeth now spoke to her.
"After I wake up, I won't be cold anymore."
Ah, that's right.
It was time to go to bed. Looking back carefully, it seemed that I had never really fallen asleep after being imprisoned in Chakdis City.
Leaning against the wall, Elizabeth closed her eyes. Her body became very heavy in an instant, but she felt much lighter.
The last scene that appeared before her eyes was a grand banquet.
It's a banquet...
Whose party is it?
With such questions in mind, Elizabeth took the lily of the valley bouquet from the flower girl.
"Okay, let's go, Eliza."
The groom in front of him said this to himself.
Ah, it's my party.
"Yeah, let's go."
Elizabeth showed a bright smile and held Nadasdi's arm tightly.
Then amidst applause, the two walked into the auditorium that was emitting white light.
Then Elizabeth's eyes returned to darkness again.
.....................
Pitch black.
In the darkness where you can't even see your hands.
The noble lady who had all her 'inhuman' spirit base cut off by Occam's razor was floating quietly in the darkness.
Animusfia looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of her with a complicated expression.
Assassin opened his eyes and saw Animusfia in front of him. His eyes were stunned at first, and then showed a little disbelief.
"I should be able to recall all my memories now."
The young woman who had returned to her original long cherry red hair nodded slightly.
"Just in case this is my imagination, let me start first. Speaking of which, I haven't told you this morning."
Animusfia touched the tip of her nose awkwardly, and then put on the expression she remembered.
"Good morning, Eliza."
The darkness around him was cracked inch by inch, and white light flowed out from the cracks.
Seeing the same face and words as in her memory, Elizabeth couldn't restrain herself and threw herself into Animusfia's arms.
Animusfia gently stroked Elizabeth's long, silky hair with her remaining right hand.
"It's incredible. It doesn't seem to be my imagination. I'm sorry, but everything is over now. The prison and the stigma are all over."
In the memories that Animusfia saw, Nadasdi Ferenc looked the same as herself and even wanted to do the same thing.
Animusfia thought that it might be her imagination, but now she had to deny this conjecture after seeing Elizabeth's reaction.
Do things like past lives and roots really exist?
"It's too late...it's too cunning..."
Elizabeth sobbed in Animusfia's arms.
"How can I blame you if this is the case?"
"Wouldn't it be nice to have everything back?"
The surrounding darkness completely collapsed, revealing a white space, and then slowly turned into a lily of the valley and dissipated.
The long-lost French grasslands and sky once again appeared in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka and others.
The flower language of lily of the valley seems to be, Return to the happiness.
