Unable to suppress his anger, Levanfell burst out of the main palace and mounted his horse.
He gripped the reins tightly, as if trying to contain his rage by clenching his teeth.
He almost ruined everything he had been holding back and working on.
“Damn it.”
Levanfell’s horse stopped at the northern tower of the imperial palace. He dismounted and hastened his heavy steps towards the abandoned tower.
After ascending to the throne, Levanfell had beheaded all sorts of vicious criminals in the northern tower. The executions of the halfkilled deputies had also taken place there.
No one dared to set foot in this place.
As one neared the northern tower, a notyetdried scent of blood lingered, and there were eerie rumors of a woman’s scream begging for her life.
Emperor Levanfell also did not manage this place, so it was now becoming a land of death.
Trampling through the unkempt area, cut off from human traffic, Levanfell entered.
Where he walked, frail sprouts that had barely grown were now withering and dying.
Squeak.
Levanfell pushed open the door of the northern tower, which did not open properly. No matter how much he wiped them, the bright bloodstains looked as if they had happened yesterday.
Levanfell calmly passed all the familiar traces and headed to the basement floor of the northern tower.
His footsteps swallowed the silence. Even in the darkness where he couldn’t see an inch ahead, Levanfell was undaunted.
As he went down the stone stairs, the faint sound of a woman’s sobbing began to be heard.
The basement floor of the northern tower.
In that cage where no human foot had touched.
“You’re still alive, Mother.”
The former emperor’s harem and Levanfell’s mother were imprisoned there, her hands and feet bound with chains.
“Ughughugh!!!”
At Levanfell’s visit, the mother shook the bars with her emaciated arms. Her tongue had been cut off, so all that came out of her open mouth was a growling howl.
“I was worried you might die on your own, but I’m relieved.”
Levanfell threw the water and stale bread he had brought into the cage. The mother, who had been shaking the bars and howling, hastily picked up the water and bread and ate them.
“You need to see how hideous the monster you created is, Mother. That’s why I kept you alive.”
Levanfell’s eyes sparkled as he approached the cage. He emerged from the shadows, his form fully revealed under the moonlight.
The mother, who had been frantically absorbing the bread, stiffened as if startled at the sight of Levanfell.
“Why? Are you surprised because my hair color is the same as usual?”
“……!”
“Yes, I found it. It took a long time. Finally… finally.”
Levanfell, who had been muttering, looked down at his mother, who saw him as a monster, with contempt.
“I heard an interesting story, Mother.”
“…….”
“Some mothers fight unconditionally for their children, even taking their side. Isn’t that great?”
“…….”
“Mother, you never showed me that side, just made me into a monster.”
“…….”
“But it’s okay. Now I have the person I wanted.”
Above Levanfell’s golden eyes rose an obsession never seen before, one that sent chills down the spine.
The mother trembled in fear at that sight, which was horrifying just to look at.
“I have her in my hands now.”
Levanfell’s eyes were mad, and he clenched his fists tightly.
As if he could never let go, even in death.
His lifted lips were terrifying.
“I won’t let her go.”
‘Teriella.’
Levanfell swallowed that brilliant name into his very being, tainted with dark desire, and closed his eyes.
The basement floor, where not a ray of light entered.
The darkness took him.
[Star Icon][Star Icon][Star Icon]‘Why am I doing this here?’
I blinked my dull eyes.
“It is truly fortunate to meet you, Princess, on the way back from the state meeting. I was hoping to meet you and brought tea… It was not in vain.”
“…That’s right.”
“Doesn’t it smell good? It’s tea made from dried rose petals. Just a few decades ago, it was common, but now it’s as hard to find as plucking stars from the sky.”
I listened to the product manuallike speech from the front and sipped the tea from my cup.
‘…It feels like I’m chewing flowers.’
Sitting leisurely and sipping tea was something I couldn’t even imagine before.
Certainly! Here is the translated passage:
I was always busy filling my hungry stomach, and even when my brother Karayan would call me to teach me how to drink tea, I was preoccupied with eating bread and cake.
Only recently had I started drinking tea, and the tea made from dried rose petals was too intense for me, still getting used to the mild taste.
“How do you like it? I personally brought this tea as it would suit a beautiful princess like a fragrant flower.”
The man in front of me, Duke Liranef, smiled with an exuberant grin and clicked his fingers.
Just as I was about to go to my assistant Jareem or Lady Merina, who teaches me royal manners, to ask about Duke Liranef.
My Step-brother Is Obsessed With Me (Female-dominant)
A gentle female protagonist vs pitiful in the early stage, and a sick male protagonist in the later stage
Cheng Songer transmigrated into the body of a vicious cannon fodder female supporting character with the same name as her in a female-dominant novel.
In the original story, the cannon fodder female supporting character was inhumane, committing domestic violence, gambling excessively, being lustful, and even wanting to sell her stepbrother to a brothel for money.
As luck would have it, she just happened to transmigrate at this time.
Seeing Cheng Qingzhi biting his lip, enduring the tears in his eyes, looking pitiful, her heart softened.
She stuffed the money back into the Madam’s hand and reached out to him.
“Brother, come home with me.”
