Lenisha’s belief in Hiloshine’s potential brought her here,
Brixton obediently followed Lenisha to Hiloshine for the same reason.
Both were marked by Hiloshine.
‘The origin of Lotera is buried in Hiloshine. We started there and reached the regime. In desperate moments, seek Hiloshine. The land, sea, and air there will welcome you.’
It seemed like his father’s voice was heard.
Brixton gritted his teeth.
Black light flowed from his palm.
Brixton, trembling, took his hand off the railing.
Shrrk.
A black scale sprouted and then subsided on Brixton’s cheek.
Lenisha stared blankly at it.
Brixton turned his body and looked at Lenisha.
In Brixton’s vertically contracted pupils, Lenisha and Haelin were reflected.
“……Father seems to have granted me the power to take revenge.”
Brixton lifted his lips.
“Lenisha. Do what you have to do. I will be your knight.”
Brixton knelt before Lenisha.
He whispered as he kissed the hem of Lenisha’s dress.
“As I wish, as you wish. Become the emperor of this country, Lenisha.”
Emperor.
A dream Lenisha secretly cherished.
What Lenisha wanted was not the position of Empress.
Her desire was even higher.
From the beginning, Lexus and Lenisha were not tribes that could fit together.
Lenisha wanted what Lexus had.
Maybe all this tragedy was predestined.
At that moment, lightning split the sky.
Since Lenisha was very young, when she harbored a golden, brilliant crown in her heart.
That was the day she first entered the Imperial Palace.
(This is a time divider.)
“Hush, Lenisha.”
She was just a 5yearold child and had not noticed she was hidden in the carriage.
Leaving a child who might jump anywhere on the carriage alone was uneasy.
But handing her over to someone else was too threatening due to Lotera’s position.
Everyone wanted Lotera.
They could approach Lenisha with malice or kidnap her.
But they couldn’t take her back either.
The meeting that the Duke of Lotera was currently facing was not light.
The Duke of Lotera sighed and grabbed Lenisha’s hand.
He sat down to match the height of the child’s eyes and spoke softly.
“You must only follow behind your father. Never let go of my hand.”
Lenisha’s round eyes sparkled as she nodded.
“Lenisha, I can do it.”
The Duke of Lotera stroked his spirited daughter’s head.
“Yes. Our Lenisha can do anything.”
Lenisha closed her round eyes and smiled.
Duke Lotera pressed his lips to the child’s forehead.
“Never act in a way that stands out to someone. Can you promise me that?”
The child was much more mature and intelligent than his peers.
Duke Lotera believed the child would fully understand what he meant.
Lenisha nodded her head.
“Yes, Father.”
Duke Lotera brushed the child’s head once more and stood up.
The central nobles gathered together.
Their eyes, filled with reality, grazed past Lenisha once.
Instead of shrinking her shoulders, Lenisha boldly stuck out her head.
In Lenisha’s eyes, she saw a golden chair in the highest place.
It seemed noble, reflecting the light, shining brighter than anything else.
It was the most beautiful thing Lenisha had ever seen in her life.
“Father.”
Lenisha tugged at the Duke’s hand.
It was a place where the war that would take place across the Chorpa Plains was being discussed.
Most of the central nobles wanted a peace treaty, while some were advocating for war.
The Duke had raised his hand for a peace treaty.
“Father.”
Lenisha called the Duke again.
Duke Lotera looked down at the child.
The expression was one of surprise, as the quiet child suddenly nagged him.
But actually, Lenisha’s gaze was fixed somewhere.
The Duke turned his head, following Lenisha’s gaze.
The Emperor’s seat.
A middleaged Emperor sitting in a brilliant golden chair.
Lenisha was looking at it.
“Lenisha…?”
Duke Lotera called the child in a worried voice.
“I want that.”
Lenisha spoke clearly.
The place was somewhat noisy, so only Duke Lotera heard her words.
Duke Lotera looked around once and hid Lenisha beside him.
“Father?”
Lenisha looked at Duke Lotera as if it was strange.
Lenisha’s father had always given her whatever she wanted.
But now he seemed to be trembling in fear.
“Hush!”
The Duke spoke sharply to Lenisha.
“We better talk about this later, Lenisha.”
Lenisha pushed out her lips.
Although she shook her head, the young face was filled with dissatisfaction.
Duke Lotera threw a fearful glance at the throne.
The seat Lenisha wanted.
‘Finally, the prophecy…’
The dark fate surrounding Lenisha seemed as close as something tangible.
(This is a time separator.)
The memory of that day was clear.
Now he knows exactly why the Duke was afraid.
A daughter dreaming of the Emperor’s seat. Anyone would have been scared.
Still, Duke Lotera embraced and raised Lenisha to this point.
‘Father.’
Lenisha’s cold gaze was fixed on Brixton.
‘Is this what you wanted, Father?’
Lenisha asked, biting her red lips.
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Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
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