Somewhere in the Bloody Empire, inside a palace steeped in a scarlet aura, a woman of mature beauty sat at a table. Opposite her sat the Bloody Emperor, whose presence imposed a deathly silence throughout the chamber.
"Father, have you still not found him?" asked Anne, her voice laced with desperation. "Thanks to him, I escaped that place. If not for him, your daughter would still be trapped there. You must find him no matter what, father, so I can repay my debt."
This plea had repeated itself over the years. The Crimson Emperor was angered, but also disappointed. He could not comprehend how it was impossible to track down a brat and an isolated island. He had sent letters to neighboring empires, but no one knew of that boy, no one knew of that island, and no one had heard of anything his daughter described. Had he not found her himself the moment she teleported back, he would not have believed a word. Seeing her safe brought relief, but also distress.
