"This position should have been mine in the first place."

"The supreme position, the absolute power, and—my queen, all belong to me!"

He practically gritted his teeth as he uttered those words, his aura sharp and imposing, his fiery red hair seemingly flying in the air.

"..."

Zephyr calmly closed his eyes.

“Vely… is different.”

What's the difference?

"Zefiri, that's my dream!"

"Even that rose was meant for me!"

His voice was almost a roar, hoarse from shouting.

Upon waking, Scarlett, as the master of the dream, instantly gained all her memories, including... that encounter in the moonlit garden.

It was only then that he realized just how much he had lost because of his arrogance.

He recalled Morales's prophecy that Lysen would die from contempt and betrayal...

Ha, what a failure. It turns out he's been repeating the same mistakes all along.

"..."

Looking at the speechless Zephyr, Scarlett suppressed his anger and turned away, his back view resolute.

The nightmare of eternal recurrence has ended in Vili's hands. He has broken free from the cage of meaningless hatred, but is now trapped in a bloody wedding in the name of love.

But this time, he will not be confused.

Behind him, Zephyr lowered his head, his silver hair falling down to conceal the unreadable emotions in his dark red eyes.

He may not have been the original owner of the rose, but he was the one chosen by its will.

Despite his reluctance to admit it, Zephyr has always been very lucky.

He will be... the ultimate winner.