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Chapter 636

Chapter 636: Chapter 45: Unaware of Pain Chapter 636: Chapter 45: Unaware of Pain Isabel’s eyelashes fluttered slightly.

She let out a light hum, slowly waking from the slight rocking motion.

…What just happened?

Her last memory still lingered in her conversation with Aiwass.

Then she vaguely felt the whole world shaking and wrinkling.

It was as though an earthquake shattered everything suddenly, or as if a fragile, paper-thin box was washed away by a flood.@@@@

In her blurry consciousness, she heard the terrifying howl of a hurricane as though she was on a battlefield, listening to the earth-shattering roars.

...

She shuddered, overwhelmed by tremendous fear.

It was as if the house she lived in was about to be destroyed by a tornado, and the sense of crisis almost woke her; but then she heard a sigh.

A voice as dry and hoarse as sand grinding in a throat said, “Go back to sleep.”

So she fell back into a deep slumber.

Upon waking again, those remnants felt like a dream, ethereal and elusive.

…But she was already in a dream.

Do people in dreams still dream?

Isabel found herself in a brief state of confusion.

“Princess Isabel.”

It seemed like she heard a voice, the voice of Shafiya coming from outside the room.

So, Isabel immediately became alert and her expression returned to calm.

She tried to throw off the covers and sit up in bed.

Only then did she realize that it wasn’t dizziness she felt; the “house” itself was rocking.

—This was a ship.

Although she had never been on a ship before, she instinctively knew what it was.

Why was she just with Aiwass a moment ago, and the next on a ship?

…Had she lost a period of memory?

A thought sprung up in Isabel’s mind, and she looked up at Shafiya with a somewhat melancholic gaze.

“Did you sleep poorly, Your Highness?”

Shafiya spoke softly, “Do you want to go outside and feel the sea breeze?”

“I was just… thinking of Aiwass.”

Isabel shook her head slightly, eyes brimming with tears.

This was, of course, also an act.

—Rather than waking up confused and therefore feeling “bewildered” and “perplexed,”

feeling melancholic and sad at night seemed much more reasonable.

Not to mention, Isabel could now barely be considered a princess of a lost nation, and it was completely normal for her to be sleepless and lost in thought.

Shafiya had once been like a puppet, following the family’s education and obeying the family’s commands.

Delicate, indifferent, and silent—without a word, like a caged bird.

This was somewhat similar to Isabel, yet different.

She wasn’t suppressed by the shadow of death and thereby closed off her heart like Isabel had.

Instead, she realized at a tender age that there was no possibility of rebellion, so she may as well accept reality.

If she didn’t resist, she wouldn’t feel pain.

If she obediently followed commands from the heart, there would be no unhappiness; if she was dissatisfied and tried her best to change reality...

by the time the dust settled, she would have missed the original vision.

Just like not coveting the toy one wanted as a child anymore.

Does it still make sense to buy the toy with money earned later in life?

Clearly, it doesn’t.

So Shafiya chose another path.

“I no longer like that thing,” she told herself.

If she couldn’t change reality, she would change herself.

She kept repeating this, constantly rewriting her spirit.

It was for this reason that she reached the Fourth Power Level at a young age and came in contact with the Fifth Power Level on the Path of Authority...

thereby standing beside Queen Sofia, who had just ascended to the throne.

“Livestock are domesticated not because they are stupid, but because they are too clever.”

A casual remark from the young queen pierced her heart deeply.

—In the end, she chose rebellion.

She married a perfectly ordinary human.

He was one of her subordinates, an Arbiter in his thirties.

He had no special talent, nor was he from the Founding Families with the bloodline of an Angel Envoy.

He wasn’t the keenly desired elf.

He simply loved her with all his heart and soul—not for the “Morgan” name or for the blood of an elf, but for her alone.

“—From now on, I am no longer a Morgan!”

After blocking an assassin from her family for the third time for her husband’s sake, Shafiya angrily broke ties with the Morgan family.

Now, she looked at Isabel.

It was like looking at her past self.

That depressed, silent, and unacquainted with pain Isabel was just like the young Shafiya;

And the now fully awakened Isabel, with her own will and preferences...

It was just like Shafiya who had learned of her fate and rebelled against the destiny of her bloodline.

The former queen had passed this experience to her.

And now she wanted to return it to her granddaughter.