Tame or Be Captured (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 112

Asha finally thought she understood why ethnic minorities were born so often with mysterious powers and produced so many spirit contractors.

They were truly descendants who had inherited the noblest blood in this empire—equal even to the imperial family.

From the imperial family’s perspective, these people not only held secrets that must never be revealed but also wielded extraordinary abilities, so the empire had no choice but to eliminate or oppress them to prevent any threat to its own power.

Moreover, because ethnic minorities were not ordinary humans, they possessed distinct appearances and eye colors unlike those of other imperial citizens, giving yet another reason to discriminate against them as outsiders.

“The God Etzheim originally decreed that every flower in this land should have an equal chance to ascend to the throne. The butterfly would choose the flower with the greatest potential and the sweetest nectar to become emperor. But the rose monopolized this privilege. I believe the birth of the black rose this time is divine punishment. Naturally, since the corrupt imperial family has clung to the throne through vile means, a rotten rose was bound to emerge. They merely followed the inevitable course of events.”

Daart spoke now with unwavering resolve in his voice and expression.

“I will change all of this. I will transform this empire into a place of true equality. I will reshape the world so that any flower—not just the rose—may become emperor, so that the man chosen by the butterfly may rightfully ascend the throne. I consider this my mother’s final gift and legacy to me.”

Asha could not bring herself to stop him—indeed, she found herself utterly speechless.

After all, it was the imperial family itself that had pushed him to this precipice, leaving him no choice but to make such a decision….

She now fully understood his hatred, his rage, and the despair his mother must have felt at her tragic end.

Suddenly, she remembered seeing Daart kneeling before the statue of God in the monastery, tears streaming down his face as he prayed.

How many countless times must he have knelt before the divine, shedding silent tears in prayer?

His mother must have wept blood upon learning that her son would never become emperor.

And that fury and resentment had been redirected toward the innocent young Karaf, uprooting his entire life.

This chain of suffering spiraled onward, reaching even the ethnic minorities—claiming Jackal’s parents and annihilating the Kelpie Clan.

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