Yarin's POV:
The name Adele was both strange and familiar. I had never heard of her since Mom imprisoned her in the palace. I never thought that I would encounter her residence today.
Compared to the luxurious palace, the tower-like villa before me was filled with an incongruous sense of desolation. It could be seen that the servants took care of the place carefully, so the vines on the wall tiles were not messy, and there were not many weeds between the cracks of the stone slabs on the ground. However, its clean appearance could not hide its lifelessness from the inside.
"Let's go. Don't stay here for too long." Cynthia pulled me away. " We shouldn't have barged in here. The residents here need peace and quiet."
Her force pulled me away, and I looked back at the foggy window in the tower.
There was nothing there. No one was alone. Only the shadow of the curtain could be seen.
