Chapter 86: Training with a Novikov (1)

Ophelia emerged from her chamber, fully dressed in a flowing, sky-blue gown that was both light and elegant. After her shower, she had expected to see either Nikolai or Pain waiting for her, but the room was empty except for the neatly folded dress resting on the bed. As she flung open the door, she gasped in surprise at the sight of a man standing in the corridor. His expression was serious, and his brown eyes were immediately striking. Ophelia blinked, noting his imposing stature and the unmistakable signs of a warrior's physique. "Who are you?" she asked, glancing around the deserted hallway. The man had dirty blonde hair and a presence that commanded attention. "I’m Artem, your highness," he said politely. Ophelia refocused her gaze on him, her curiosity piqued. "Do you know me?" she inquired, still puzzled. "Princess Ophelia Viadislav of Fireria," Artem replied with a respectful nod. Ophelia acknowledged his knowledge with a slight nod of her own. "Where is Nikolai?" she aske