I Became the Narrow-Eyed Character in the Little Prince Game

"······I just sobered up."

Selena had always been intoxicated.

Whether it was alcohol.

Or longing.

Or sorrow.

She staggered with pitiful steps.

As if she would sink forever.

However.

Drunkenness inevitably fades.

Because reality exists beyond intoxication.

A drunkard was no different.

Nothing had changed.

She had simply sobered up.

From the intoxication and alcohol that had plagued her for so long.

From memories.

From her younger sister.

"I've been drunk for too long."

The woman murmured in a low voice.

The executive, who had been staring down at her for a long time, clicked his tongue.

"What a pathetic display of hypocrisy."

"······."

"I'll make sure you die in the most agonizing way possible."

The Mana Oath.

All it took was to force the engraving burned into her heart into overdrive, and killing Selena would be easier than crushing an insect.

But instead of killing her immediately, the executive handed her over to his subordinates.

A sneer curled at the corner of his lips.

"A traitor shouldn't be let off so easily."

He gave the order.

"Lock her in the underground prison. The one where not even a sliver of light reaches. I will personally strip the flesh from her bones."

And so.

The figures in crimson-black robes moved busily.

The woman was dragged away without resistance.

"······."

Her retreating figure.

For a brief moment, her frail back seemed to carry a faint trace of a shadow.