What kind of ending does this tiresome comedy have? "Your Majesty, how long will you be satisfied with me imitating Eras?" Yereibe knew that she was not Eras. However, the mad emperor chose to deny that fact. He did not hesitate to use Yures as a substitute for the face of a lost lover. Yereibe dragged the noble girl down, locked her in a cage, and whispered love to Yures while projecting her sister's image. "I love you, I love you, Eran. To me, nothing is more precious than you." *** "I am not Eras- ugh!" Before she could finish her sentence, the emperor reached out roughly and gripped Yures' face as if to crush it. "If I grip even a little harder, such a worthless life will die, so why do you not obey my words!" Then kill me. Kill me!! You can't even end this worthless life! Yures glared at the emperor with tear-filled blue eyes, unable to bear the pain. A gaze filled with hatred. Receiving that gaze, Yereibe slowly let go of the hand that was holding Yures' face. "...Eras, Eran, Eran. Don't do that. Don't look at me with such cold eyes!" She pleaded with a face full of sadness, as if she had never been angry just moments ago. "I was wrong." Yereibe bent down and carefully embraced Yures' body, repeatedly apologizing. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It must have hurt a lot, right? I'm sorry for hurting you. I won't do it again. Okay? 'Lie.' A promise that cannot be kept. Just empty words that come and go. Even with the emperor's apology, Yures' face remained as cold as ice. There was no way her heart would move even a little at this apology now.