Whatever the reason, one thing was now clear.
The former queen's honor was no longer her concern.
That matter had crumbled to dust.
What remained was a far greater issue.
The Church of Doom.
If Kiara had to put the King on the throne again safely, she had to face the Church of Doom. But that also means a potential battle against a 9-star rank expert?
Kiara's mind turned like a carefully balanced scale.
On one side was the reward.
On the other hand was the risk of provoking a powerful organization that could actually erase her existence.
She already had more than enough dangerous people watching her path.
Did she truly wish to add another mountain to the horizon?
She stood there for a long moment, her fingers lightly tapping against her arm.
Then she made her decision.
If walking through the front gate invited war, then she would enter through the side door.
Kiara took a deep breath in resolve.
"Your Majesty," she called.
Caleb lifted his eyes to hers.
