Being hit without even opening her eyes didn’t suit Rustica Genesis’s temperament.

It wasn’t that she lacked temperament just because she was powerless.

Rather, being powerless filled her with a sense of injustice. Unable even to die on her own as she was restrained by Carlos, she had to endure and wait for an opportunity, looking at her parents and Hayden’s faces.

“If I used the curse as a kind of passage and saw the structure of his consciousness and power, could I not take away that power?”

“It’s a genius idea, but I want to say I’m an all-purpose guy, so it doesn’t work.”

Hayden gently smiled at her words, and Melpius was startled.

“It’s not a genius idea but rather a thought of someone who wants to die right now. So, don’t look at me with an expression like ‘but there’s nothing else I can do, what should I do,’ Genesis.”

Ru finally spoke up after a long time.

Her chin became as round as a walnut. She had returned to her original age, surrounded by real adults who were much older and more experienced than her, instead of constantly complaining and behaving like an adult alone.

“But that doesn’t mean we can just stand by and be hit.”

Ophelia, who had been quietly listening, added a word.

“Above all, Genesis would be the strongest counterattack against Carlos. If Genesis counterattacks, well…”

The sages and the Plache couple exchanged glances.

“That would be an immense psychological blow to Carlos.”

Simply physical blows do not determine the outcome of the war. Small possibilities, not even considered, become significant when they grow, ultimately shaking the war.

“To him, Genesis is like a possession.”

Ophelia said calmly.

“So, I hope Genesis thinks and does whatever she wants. Even if it’s an incomplete magic unfolding before it ripens into English.”

From then on, Ru, sitting on the bed with her hair tightly tied, began to plan how to seize Carlos through the curse, reaching out to him just like he did.

Living in the capital of the Kaleta Empire, Katarth Imperial City, still meant having some power and living well, indicating an upper-class status.

The dirty beggars who frowned were all swept away in Katarth, unable even to set foot. Those who took pride in living in the cleanest and most beautiful city were now stuck to the city walls, unable to close their mouths in shock.

The Emperor, covered in blood, was unable to rise from the snowy ground, but the woman rising in the air shot him with a light.

What’s happening? Those who were quick-witted and cowardly enough started turning around and fleeing immediately.

“I can do it, Ru.”
Hayden stood calmly amid the swirling clash of powerful curses and equally powerful wishes.

Carlos, gleaming with disgrace and shock more horrifying than pain in his gray eyes, reflected the turmoil. However, Hayden’s murmurs were undoubtedly meant for Ru, who was doing her best far away.

“Is our Majesty okay?”

One of the Imperiales shouted, but he soon received only the glances of colleagues saying, ‘Why worry about that?’ Even if the emperor is in the crazy whirlpool of magic, is there a position to worry?

“You worry about yourself, man….”

“Why!”

“Concerns about the emperor should be left to them. We don’t do such things.”

Especially those who had followed him like a pack until Hayden ascended to the throne pointed at the Imperial Knights and shook their heads, saying, “We and them are in different situations.”

“There’s no need to do that one thing because it’s good.”

“The rest is not great. …Her Majesty hasn’t heard this, has she?”

Late, with a creepy feeling, the eyes of the Imperial members turned toward the Karcanen Mountains.

“Well, even if she heard it, she’d probably dismiss it. She has no interest in such things from the beginning.”

That was their master-servant relationship.

Hayden had everything he needed to ascend, and he only demanded absolute loyalty and corresponding skills from the Imperiales; he did not ask for anything else.

And he provided more than enough compensation.

Hayden’s ‘human’ interest was thoroughly towards the Plache Viscount.

More precisely, everyone now knew it was because of the Plache Viscountess shining brightly above.

So, complaining about how hard it is for the Imperiales is not Hayden’s concern. He would concentrate only on Rustica Genesis even in that light.

Of course, her victory is Hayden’s victory, and the emperor’s victory is ultimately the victory of Perseta.

Everyone knew that. Hayden was also a key figure in making such a formula work.

Even if she was from Kaleta and despised in Perseta, she would be something Perseta could not refuse.

“Don’t let those bastards escape!”

The light Ru emitted had no sound. However, Carlos, glowing with the power resisting the upheaval in his consciousness, caused all sorts of noises.

‘Just quietly accept it.’

Frowning, Hayden continued to break down the barriers. He needed to withdraw some strength; if Carlos resisted fiercely, only Ru would be exhausted.