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Chapter 636: Chapter 45: Unaware of Pain Chapter 636: Chapter 45: Unaware of Pain Isabel’s eyelashes fluttered slightly.

She let out a light hum, slowly waking from the slight rocking motion.

…What just happened?

Her last memory still lingered in her conversation with Aiwass.

Then she vaguely felt the whole world shaking and wrinkling.

It was as though an earthquake shattered everything suddenly, or as if a fragile, paper-thin box was washed away by a flood.

In her blurry consciousness, she heard the terrifying howl of a hurricane as though she was on a battlefield, listening to the earth-shattering roars.

She shuddered, overwhelmed by tremendous fear.

It was as if the house she lived in was about to be destroyed by a tornado, and the sense of crisis almost woke her; but then she heard a sigh.

A voice as dry and hoarse as sand grinding in a throat said, “Go back to sleep.”

So she fell back into a deep slumber.

Upon waking again, those remnants felt like a dream, ethereal and elusive.

…But she was already in a dream.

Do people in dreams still dream?

Isabel found herself in a brief state of confusion.

“Princess Isabel.”

It seemed like she heard a voice, the voice of Shafiya coming from outside the room.

So, Isabel immediately became alert and her expression returned to calm.

She tried to throw off the covers and sit up in bed.

Only then did she realize that it wasn’t dizziness she felt; the “house” itself was rocking.

—This was a ship.

Although she had never been on a ship before, she instinctively knew what it was.

Why was she just with Aiwass a moment ago, and the next on a ship?

…Had she lost a period of memory?

A thought sprung up in Isabel’s mind, and she looked up at Shafiya with a somewhat melancholic gaze.

“Did you sleep poorly, Your Highness?”

Shafiya spoke softly, “Do you want to go outside and feel the sea breeze?”

“I was just… thinking of Aiwass.”

Isabel shook her head slightly, eyes brimming with tears.

This was, of course, also an act.

—Rather than waking up confused and therefore feeling “bewildered” and “perplexed,”

feeling melancholic and sad at night seemed much more reasonable.

Not to mention, Isabel could now barely be considered a princess of a lost nation, and it was completely normal for her to be sleepless and lost in thought.

Indeed, Shafiya did not suspect that there was anything wrong with Isabel at all.

She consoled her, “Nothing will happen to Aiwass.

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“But it’s been so long…”

Isabel’s voice was filled with emotion, and her eyes welled up with tears in an instant: “I want to see him!

Right now—”

Seeing the usually introverted princess showing such strong emotions, becoming whimsical for such a rare occasion, Shafiya could only smile bitterly, yet in her heart, she felt a faint joy.

It was the first time Shafiya saw Isabel express such clear likes and dislikes.

Before this, Isabel always avoided clear stance regarding her own attitude.

Asked if she was okay, she would just nod lightly without giving much opinion.

Whatever was given to her, she would accept, and whatever she was fed, she would eat.

She never refused, but she never seemed particularly happy either.

Meg was tough and carefree by nature and quite the optimist, never really caring for or understanding such childish emotional issues; as for George, he simply didn’t understand the thoughts of girls and saw no difference between princesses and princes.

But Shafiya, being a half-elf, could empathize with Isabel.

She felt sorry for the most vulnerable little princess.

As a half-elf, Shafiya Morgan’s blood purity was quite high.

Most half-elves have blood ties of half, a quarter, or even less…

but her lineage was at least eighty percent pure.

This was because almost every generation of her ancestors chose elves as their mates.

They greatly revered their ancestor Morgan and even retained their surname.

According to the traditions of Avalon, when an ancestor became an Angel Envoy, the descendants often changed their surnames.

This change was meant to show that they wouldn’t cling to their ancestor’s glory, instead opting to live on their own strength, never troubling their forebear or seeking help in times of trouble—this was in direct contrast to the Star Antimony mindset of “forever remembering and inheriting ancestral glory.”

And the Morgan family was an exception.

Perhaps it was because she hadn’t become a Knight of the Silver-Crowned Dragon, but instead became a fairy on the Path of Love, choosing to follow the Shadowy Celestial Marshal.

Her descendants didn’t heed to hide their surname—they openly carried the Morgan name.

They sought to purify their lineage through such means, aiming to restore the longevity and formidable talent of the elves.

Under these circumstances, Shafiya was subjected to a rather strict upbringing from a young age.

She had to learn not only the language of Avalon but also the language, common sense, and understanding of the Holy Nation, as if she weren’t a human but a pureblood elf born in Avalon.

Her elder relatives lived long lives, with even her great-grandfather still alive and healthy.

They had high expectations for Shafiya…

because she was beautiful, elegant, and had very distinct elf characteristics.

She also knew the full elf etiquette, and her accent was indistinguishable from the elves of the Holy Nation.

Even the elves of the Holy Nation couldn’t tell if she was human or not.

If she were to bear offspring with another elf, she could be practically considered an elf.

Shafiya had once been like a puppet, following the family’s education and obeying the family’s commands.

Delicate, indifferent, and silent—without a word, like a caged bird.

This was somewhat similar to Isabel, yet different.

She wasn’t suppressed by the shadow of death and thereby closed off her heart like Isabel had.

Instead, she realized at a tender age that there was no possibility of rebellion, so she may as well accept reality.

If she didn’t resist, she wouldn’t feel pain.

If she obediently followed commands from the heart, there would be no unhappiness; if she was dissatisfied and tried her best to change reality…

by the time the dust settled, she would have missed the original vision.

Just like not coveting the toy one wanted as a child anymore.

Does it still make sense to buy the toy with money earned later in life?

Clearly, it doesn’t.

So Shafiya chose another path.

“I no longer like that thing,” she told herself.

If she couldn’t change reality, she would change herself.

She kept repeating this, constantly rewriting her spirit.

It was for this reason that she reached the Fourth Power Level at a young age and came in contact with the Fifth Power Level on the Path of Authority…

thereby standing beside Queen Sofia, who had just ascended to the throne.

“Livestock are domesticated not because they are stupid, but because they are too clever.”

A casual remark from the young queen pierced her heart deeply.

—In the end, she chose rebellion.

She married a perfectly ordinary human.

He was one of her subordinates, an Arbiter in his thirties.

He had no special talent, nor was he from the Founding Families with the bloodline of an Angel Envoy.

He wasn’t the keenly desired elf.

He simply loved her with all his heart and soul—not for the “Morgan” name or for the blood of an elf, but for her alone.

“—From now on, I am no longer a Morgan!”

After blocking an assassin from her family for the third time for her husband’s sake, Shafiya angrily broke ties with the Morgan family.

Now, she looked at Isabel.

It was like looking at her past self.

That depressed, silent, and unacquainted with pain Isabel was just like the young Shafiya;

And the now fully awakened Isabel, with her own will and preferences…

It was just like Shafiya who had learned of her fate and rebelled against the destiny of her bloodline.

The former queen had passed this experience to her.

And now she wanted to return it to her granddaughter.