I had no intention of engaging with him any further. There was no point in talking to madman.


    As soon as we got off the ne, he forcibly pulled me to his side. He was tall and had a long stride, but he deliberately slowed his pace to match mine.


    The airport was filled with posters announcing the engagement of Ss and Lily.


    Although I had prepared myself mentally, I couldn''t help but feel a pang of sadness. After all, Max had only said he was leaving Bravend with Lily for two days, not that he wasing to Serythia to get engaged.


    I turned my head away, trying not to look at the posters, only to meet Babur''s


    mocking gaze.


    "Feeling sad already?"


    "Not at all." My mouth was the only thing about me that hadn''t given up.


    "I''m taking you to eat something your mother used to love." At a nce from Babur,


    a driver opened the car door for me.


    I knew my life wasn''t in danger, so I got in.


    This country was even more prosperous than Bravend, with more skyscrapers,


    and its city nning was miles ahead of Silveke City.


    No wonder it was the most powerful nation in Greywick.


    For a moment, I felt a flicker of doubt. Would Max really give up all his


    responsibilities here and choose me without hesitation?


    When faced with the choice between a greater duty and personal love, no one could make that decision lightly.


    I couldn''t just sit back and do nothing, leaving Max in such a passive position.


    The car moved slowly. Ahead of us, vehicles with national gs were clearing the way, and behind us was a motorcade of guards. It was clear just how high Babur''s status was in Serythia.


    A line of cars pulled up in front of a very old-fashioned establishment—a dessert shop.


    "Lenore used to love sweets and dairy products more than anything."


    Babur''s words made my heart ache again. I did indeed love sweets and milk.


    If it weren''t for being reborn and developing an aversion to milk, I probably still would.


    My mother and I really were so simr.


    But she was luckier than me. She had a wonderful childhood, a love she could be with, and gave birth to the three of us.


    In the end, she died with the man she loved, and they were buried together.


    In a way, she was fortunate.


    "I don''t like them."


    "That''s not right. I investigated you. Ss set up an A2 farm just for you. The cows are being raised for you."


    Babur frowned. His investigation into me was disturbingly thorough.


    "Your intel is wed."


    I replied coldly, but he still enthusiastically led me into the shop. "Then you can change your tastes. You''ll eat what Lenore liked."


    The corner of my mouth twitched. This kind of obsessive love was suffocating. Once again, I thought my mother was wise not to have chosen him.


    He had several sweets brought to me. I took a small bite of each. They were


    delicious, but I still wrinkled my brow and said, “Too sweet.”


    Babur looked like he was about to have a meltdown. He stared at me, then at the cakes, and took a few bites himself. It''s just right it''s the same taste she loved back then."


    "How do you know Lenore liked this exact taste? Besides, people change over the years if she were alive. today, she might not like things so sweet anymore."


    Furious, Babur mmed his hand on the table and shot up. “Impossible! Lenore


    would never change! She couldn''t possibly change!"


    "She was willing to leave you, so of course she could change."


    Babur probably didn''t expect me to provoke him so directly. He was about to lose his temper, raising


    something high in the air as ift


    smashit, when he suddenly stopped and burst outughing. "Excellent, excellent You have your mother'' spirit. She used to argue with me just like this, always provoking me. I''m so happy. Since I couldn''t have your mother, having you seems like a good alternative. The days ahead will finally have some excitement."