Joanna, she was a wise and beautiful Queen.

She would often advise King Frey the Honorable, and upon his death had done everything she could to protect her son from the ravenous nobles.

It was due to this, that these same nobles had taken such harsh actions against her. They insisted that she was suffering from a mental trauma and would have to be confined to her chamber for her own safety. Eventually it went as they planned, and Joanna had been helpless to stop the poisoning of her own son.

Perhaps she was the biggest victim of this entire attempted coup.

“Ever since he was a boy, John has been quite different from his father Frey. He had a big, but fragile ego, always seeking attention.”

Joanna led him down the dark, secret passage as she reminisced about the past. She had yet to get past the sadness of losing her son.

“It isn’t your fault that he is dead.”

“No, if I had been more assertive from the very start, perhaps things might have turned out differently. I  was too naive and should have notice Count Gwain’s ambitions ever since Frey had become bedriddem.”

Joanna couldn’t help but blame herself.

As he followed her, Woohyuk felt a pang of guilt. He had known the whole time that John was going to be poisoned.

‘There’s nothing I could do.’

Woohyuk returning to this timeline was all in order to put an end to these endless trials set by the Creator, to...