Back in the continent of Alasker, within the royal castle of the Royle Family, Cecilia’s chamber looked exactly like the kind of room one would expect from a young noblewoman overly attached to pretty things.
Everything inside was pink. The walls were painted in soft rose colors with thin golden patterns running between them.
The chamber itself was not as large as the princes’ residences, yet it was still spacious enough to reveal Cecilia’s position within the royal family.
At the center of the room rested a large bed placed against the wall, covered in pink blankets and soft pillows, while several stuffed dolls sat neatly across the mattress.
Above it hung an enormous chandelier.
Warm candlelight flickered gently behind layers of pink-tinted crystal glass, causing the entire room to glow under a soft rosy hue.
Near the far side of the room stood a dressing table filled with costics, perfus, brushes, and jewelry boxes arranged carefully across the surface.
Naturally, the table itself was pink as well.
Beside the bed rested a small round table where Cecilia and Ciel currently sat facing one another.
Two cups of coffee rested quietly between them as thin trails of steam rose into the air, carrying a faint bitter fragrance throughout the chamber.
"Have you already sent the things Uriel asked you to?" Cecilia asked while carefully controlling her tone so that the annoyance hidden beneath it would not beco obvious.
After all, nothing irritated her more than the woman currently sitting across from her.
"Of course."
Ciel smiled softly, her cheeks carrying a faint blush as a dreamy expression appeared on her face.
"How could I possibly forget His Holiness’s sacred mission?" Her voice sounded gentle and affectionate.
Which only made Cecilia even more irritated. If it were not for Uriel’s plans, she honestly felt like punching this bitch directly in the face.
Cecilia slowly lifted her coffee cup before taking a small sip, using the warmth to calm the growing irritation inside her chest.
Ciel had played an important role in Uriel’s plan. First, Uriel convinced her to beco engaged to Crypian.
Afterward, he handed her a tiny recording artifact roughly the size of a fingernail.
The artifact itself was already astonishing enough since it could perfectly record soone’s voice after registering their vocal signature.
But the truly absurd part ca afterward.
Once the voice had been recorded, the spoken words themselves could later be changed entirely.
Even now, Cecilia still found the artifact difficult to believe.
She had once asked Uriel where he even obtained such a thing, though he never answered her.
Cecilia lowered the cup slowly as her brows furrowed slightly.
"What I still don’t understand..." she muttered while glancing toward Ciel, "is why he asked her to place that soul fragnt filled with resentnt onto Crypian."
Uriel had personally handed Ciel the soul fragnt beforehand.
At first, Cecilia assud it was so kind of tracking tool or perhaps another piece of evidence ant to fra Crypian later, but the more she thought about it, the stranger it beca.
Still, one thing was certain. Once everything ended, the Holy Empire itself would likely undergo a massive change.
"Haa..."
Cecilia released a slow sigh before leaning slightly against her chair.
But just as she turned toward Ciel again, a strange sensation suddenly appeared within her chest.
"Hm?"
A small confused sound escaped her lips as her brows knitted together faintly.
The feeling was difficult to explain, it wasn’t pain nor fear. Rather, it felt as though sothing around her had suddenly beco slightly out of place.
Across from her, Ciel tilted her head slightly.
"Is sothing...."
Ciel had only spoken halfway when Cecilia suddenly stiffened. The next words appeared in her mind almost at the exact sa mont.
Is sothing wrong?
For an instant, Cecilia simply stared at her silently. A strange confusion slowly surfaced within her eyes.
It did not feel like she had predicted Ciel’s words. Instead, it felt as though she had already experienced this exact conversation sowhere before.
The soft pink candlelight filling the chamber. The steam rising from the coffee cups. Ciel sitting across from her with that sa expression on her face.
Even the timing of her voice felt identical.
Everything around Cecilia suddenly carried an odd sense of familiarity that she could not explain no matter how much she tried.
Her heartbeat unconsciously slowed.
The feeling was subtle, yet the more she focused on it, the stranger it beca.
It was as though this exact scene had already happened once before and she was rely reliving it again.
A faint discomfort spread slowly through her chest.
Cecilia’s brows furrowed deeper as she tried recalling where she could have possibly experienced sothing like this before, but no answer appeared within her mind.
Still, the feeling remained clear and unnatural.
Her fingers lightly tightened around the warm coffee cup before her eyes widened slightly.
"Déjà vu..." she whispered absentmindedly.
Yes.
The strange sensation she was experiencing was sothing called déjà vu. Cecilia’s eyes widened further as her gaze quickly swept across the chamber once more.
The pink candlelight, the coffee cups resting on the table, Ciel standing across from her.
Everything still carried that strange sense of familiarity that refused to leave her mind.
It truly was déjà vu.
"What are you doing?" Ciel frowned slightly after seeing Cecilia suddenly beco restless, but Cecilia barely registered her voice at all as her thoughts rapidly moved through her mind.
That’s right...Uriel had once explained this phenonon to her before.
The sensation of experiencing a mont that sohow felt familiar despite knowing it should not be.
A strange feeling where reality itself seed to repeat for a brief instant.
Just like what had happened now.
Cecilia could clearly feel that she had already gone through this exact mont before, yet no matter how much she tried, she could not rember where or when it had happened.
Thump!
Cecilia suddenly stood up from her seat so abruptly that the table trembled lightly beneath the force of her hands slamming onto its surface.
The coffee inside the cups rippled violently. She still did not fully understand what déjà vu truly was. But she rembered one thing very clearly.
Uriel had strictly instructed her that if she ever experienced such a sensation, she must inform him imdiately no matter the circumstances.
Without wasting another second, Cecilia hurried toward the dressing table near the side of the room.
Behind her, Ciel also stood up with a deepening frown before quickly following after her.
"What happened?" she asked while staring at Cecilia in confusion. "Why are you suddenly acting so urgent?"
Cecilia ignored the questions entirely.
She imdiately pulled open one of the drawers before grabbing a blank sheet of paper from inside.
Then, without hesitation, she spoke toward it.
"I experienced déjà vu!!"
The instant the words left her mouth, Cecilia tore the paper apart.
The fragnts imdiately crumbled into fine ash before scattering into the air and disappearing completely without leaving behind even the slightest trace.
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