The Imperial Palace.
The very heart of the Solhaven Empire—
a place where emperors ruled, where history slept beneath marble floors, and where the weight of countless generations pressed down on every stone.
It was revered.
Untouchable.
And, most importantly—
Overflowing with relics.
The moment I finished explaining the objective, Velra's eyes lit up—not with surprise, but with unmistakable excitement.
"Oh?" She let out a soft laugh, one hand rising to cover her lips. "Stealing other people's belongings and their emotions is your specialty, isn't it?"
Her crimson eyes gleamed mischievously.
"Very well. Then let us plunder freely. A raid on the Imperial Treasury should be more than sufficient—even for me."
She smirked, already imagining gilded vaults and forbidden artifacts.
I sighed.
"…It won't be that simple."
Velra blinked, clearly dissatisfied.
Perhaps it was because she had lived her entire existence in a world governed by raw power—
