Summary
Betrayed and exiled, I vowed revenge. When I opened my eyes, I had become the infant heir of Duke Heiron, a bitter enemy of Cillophia. Something felt wrong immediately. “Abuu!” I heard myself babble. “Just bite your pacifier,” someone scolded. To my horror, I’d been sucking on it without thinking. Was my mind already infantile? Even without it, I acted like a helpless baby. For the mighty sorceress Hella, this was beyond shameful. I decided to gather intelligence and escape unnoticed. Now, as little Celina, I darted between pillars and trees. “Whose child is this? Who’s neglecting her?” a voice thundered—but I had no time to care.