Don't Be Kind Rashly (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 170

Carlos Arthur Ingram crossed the barrier with a rather conflicted heart. It was something he had kept postponing, telling himself, “I’ll cross it someday, I’ll cross it someday.”

In truth, he had also set it aside while enjoying his newfound status as emperor. He had even avoided it, reasoning that there was nothing left beyond that barrier anyway. Perhaps the period of avoidance could have stretched even longer—maybe a few decades, or even centuries more.

But today, he himself partially dismantled the barrier—the pinnacle of the scholarship he had devoted his life to—and opened a path.

Without hesitation, he crossed the wall to finally complete the long-delayed task. Cold air began to envelop his face. The closer he came to the north, the lower the temperature dropped. Though he had only just reached the vicinity of the barrier and started passing through, the chill had already come out to greet him.

‘…It’s because of Rustica Jenus.’

He had put it off because it didn’t seem like the right time yet, and initially delayed it further with the intention of playing with each of the children he’d kidnapped from the Vellor Imperial Line until he grew thoroughly bored of them.

The eastern nobles of Perseta might wish for the barrier to be rebuilt, but who could say? Any ruler who starts a war naturally hopes to gain as much as possible. In that sense, Carlos considered pushing the barrier even farther north. He was more than qualified to rule over greater territories.

‘It’s because of Rustica Jenus.’

After 430 years, Carlos Arthur Ingram had finally crossed the barrier himself—and ironically, it was all because of that woman who had so boldly insisted he must cross it. He couldn’t deny it.

That powerless, strengthless woman had paraded the last scion of the Vellor Imperial Line before Katat, and eventually even lured him out with her pretty face—that was how this whole affair had begun.

Carlos honestly admired her. She was truly remarkable. After all, wasn’t it precisely because of her that this war—this war that could have been postponed indefinitely—had erupted? Truly, she was a woman worthy of standing beside an emperor.

“Are you really that pleased to be sneaking in without even a declaration of war?”

Coldness—no, sheer cold—engulfed him. Behind him, panicked cries of rearing horses echoed.

“Enemies!”

“Where are we?”

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