Captured by the Desert Tyrant (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 100

An impenetrable darkness, seemingly never to come, had settled, and it was a quiet night with a shimmering Milky Way flowing above.

It was so silent that one could hear the occasional fluttering of small lovebirds from the garden—unable to sleep—splashing water from the ornamental basin with a soft plop.

Latifa, perhaps worn out from moments of sweetness, had long since fallen asleep on the long sofa, her head resting on Hades’s thigh, while Hades absentmindedly twirled strands of her hair around his fingers, trying in vain to summon sleep.

She didn’t have an exceptionally beautiful face, yet there was something about her that made it impossible to look away.

If he placed a finger gently on her plump lips—slightly parted as if in deep slumber—he remembered how they had sparkled, uttering strange Imperial words like “waltz” and “step.”

“A wish, was it?”

Had she missed her homeland so dearly that she wished to dance a waltz?

But now, her homeland no longer existed.

Perhaps it was his own hands that had shattered the future in which she might have been happily dancing a waltz somewhere, her eyes and lips sparkling with joy.

No matter what she had done in the Empire, Latifa surely would have found an excellent husband—and then some.

A young man of just the right height to waltz with Latifa, with hands just the right size to gently cradle hers, speaking with refined manners, and likely kind-hearted enough to share her love for animals.

But it was he himself who had twisted that fate.

“…That too is but one grain among countless sands—an encounter guided by the guardian deities. If you must blame someone, blame them.”

As Hades tried to resign himself to this thought, an inner voice echoed in his mind.

[No, no. Hades, the ‘true’ reason the Empire fell was your fault.]

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