Chapter 55

In the midst of King Benedict's relentless shouting, a woman with vibrant, fiery red hair abruptly entered the room. Yifa caught a fleeting glimpse of the red blur, but her attention remained consumed by the King's fury. While Yifa understood the King's anger, she couldn't help but feel unjustly treated. True, she was a rogue, but she was striving to change. The King should not generalize and assume that all rogues are identical, for they are not.

Within the realm of rogues, there were those who willingly embraced the path of rebellion, but there were also those who had no choice but to become rogues. Some had lost their packs, while others were wrongly accused by their own kin. Yifa belonged to the latter group. Her pack and family were tragically torn apart by a war they had no involvement in, yet they were falsely accused, and their annihilation went unnoticed, as if it were inconsequential, in the dead of night.

"Father! Are you okay?" The sudden voice snapped Yifa out of her own