Heiress Unmasked: Shaking the World With Geomancy novel Chapter 2082

The Royal Palace, beneath a veil of falling snow.

Wrapped in a long cloak of deep black wool, Benjamin stood atop the outer ramparts.

From here, he could overlook half of the royal city, and likewise, he could track the location of another wearer of the golden band through its resonance.

His gaze shifted to a specific part of the city, and his dark eyes deepened.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded from behind. The Royal Advisor, followed by a group of servants, hurried toward him and knelt.

"Your Majesty, your health has not fully recovered. How can you endure the cold? Please, Your Majesty, return to the palace at once."

Benjamin's gaze settled on the Royal Advisor at the front of the group, his demeanor rigid and composed.

The original owner of this body had been the King, but unlike Shannon, the King had not recently passed away; instead, his soul had been bound within his body, trapped in a deep slumber.

When Benjamin arrived, he was unaware of who had struck down the ruler.

The King's fortune was intertwined with the nation's fate, which meant someone had likely sought to bring ruin to the entire kingdom.

Though he was uncertain why he and Shannon had been transported back to this ancient time, caught in the web of fate, he had little choice but to proceed with whatever came next.

The first step, however, was clear; he needed to find Shannon. If there were any news of Trevaris, he would seek him out as well.

"I'm fine. As for the matter regarding the arrival of the Phoenix Heir to the palace, I plan to select personally. You need not involve yourself for now, Lord."

The Royal Advisor seemed momentarily stunned by the words. After a brief pause, he lowered his gaze, concealing all emotions from his face, and respectfully nodded.

"Understood."

…

Back at the Ignis residence, Shannon's supernatural act of slapping Solvanna without lifting a hand spread like wildfire. Given her strange abilities, nobody dared to provoke her for the following days.

Fenric's outburst drained what little strength he had left. He collapsed onto the bed, aching with frustration, a tight knot of helplessness rising in his throat.

So, was this what hunger truly felt like? He had never known it.

All his life, the moment he hinted at hunger, servants would rush in with silver trays and steaming platters. Now, even as the scent of roasted meats and warm bread drifted in from the halls, he couldn't take a single bite.

He could smell it all—practically taste it—and yet it turned to rot on his tongue.

"You're evil, Serelith. Wait—is she truly planning to starve me to death?"

The thought drifted faint and bitter through his haze. Still, no matter how desperate he became, the idea of humbling himself before her was unthinkable.

Surely, somewhere in the kingdom, someone was capable of undoing what she had done.

As if called by that final thread of hope, the mystic master that Maeric had summoned arrived at last.