[Playing with fire will get you burned] 12

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Fire cannot be trifled with; those who desecrate it will ultimately be consumed by it.
As the first heir to the empire, Prince Karl firmly believed in this principle. He
realized this as a child when he witnessed his mother die at his father's hands as a rebel. He adopted steel as his guiding
principle, governing his country with an iron fist. In the heart of this first heir, nothing was
more important than the empire's fate, not even his siblings or his mother. From a young age, Karl
observed the country with his unique perspective: the rise and fall of powerful families, the power struggles within the royal family,
the invasions of barbarians, and the competition with neighboring nations. As the first prince, Karl witnessed all of this; he saw
the dark side of the empire, the slow and inevitable decline of the nation.
It was difficult for others to fathom what this man was thinking.
Essentially, Karl was a man lacking in affability and eloquence—
a major weakness for a ruler. So Karl chose to compensate for this with cruelty. The heir to the empire didn't need others
to be close to him; he only needed others to fear him, to be filled with deep awe and dread. Thus, he became known as '
The Terrifying' Karl, ruling the country with iron laws, and he himself was no different from being made of steel
—cold, strong, and giving off a chilling sense of distance.
Karl's reputation in the army was far better than among the common people. He was one of the most outstanding officers and
one of the most powerful warriors in the entire empire. His army was ruthless, swift, and possessed extremely high discipline; it was arguably
the most fearsome army on the land of Orusis. At the same time, his subordinates loved him, because only soldiers
knew what iron discipline meant—not just execution, but also survivability. Karl
had almost no defeats in his life, and the casualty rate of the army under his command was the lowest in the entire empire, enough to earn
him the respect of the army. And controlling the army consolidated his rule. Karl knew this, and no matter
how other members of the royal family slandered him, 'The Terrifying' Karl remained the heir to the empire. He
possessed an indestructible will, like steel, but Karl knew he wasn't without weaknesses.
Steel is forged in fire; it is indestructible, yet it can be melted by fire. Myrcella symbolized
fire; when steel encounters real flames, it will ultimately be melted. When the barbarians invaded, and Myrcella
rode past him with her troops, that fleeting red shadow remained forever etched in Karl's
heart.
To be precise, Karl and Myrcella rarely interacted; their most frequent conversations were during their
war meetings. Karl was naturally silent, as cold and unyielding as iron. Myrcella,
the proud daughter of the stag, the most beautiful and outstanding socialite in the entire empire, was not a gentle, submissive girl.
While there was no romantic love between Karl and Myrcella, there was a camaraderie among comrades. In Karl's eyes,
for the first time, a woman had earned his affirmation, a woman who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him; there was only
one woman in the entire empire—Ruby Myrcella.
She was beautiful but not vulgar, unlike ordinary noblewomen who sought only fleeting pleasure. Though proud
, she was not cold; her good deeds were known throughout the empire. She was the empire's youngest female general and a dragon
rider, a heroine entrusted with the fate of the nation. In every respect, Myrcella was near perfect: skilled in both literature and
martial arts, of noble birth, and exceptionally intelligent.
Karl habitually kept these feelings hidden, for he was 'the fearsome Karl
,' he had to be as unapproachable as steel; only fear would command obedience. But at a
royal ball, Karl, who had never invited a woman to dance in public, inexplicably
invited Myrcella. When Karl extended his armored hand to Myrcella, the entire hall fell silent; people could
hardly believe what they were witnessing. So, after that day, rumors about Karl and Myrcella exploded
, and almost the entire capital knew about it. Although the rumors were later suppressed due to the two people's identities and positions
, they were ultimately remembered. The story of the steel prince and the fiery princess became
a frequent topic of whisper among the nobles.
Karl did not explicitly prohibit the rumors; after all, the prince was probably silently waiting for
the day the rumors would come true. The heir to the empire and the eldest daughter of the largest duchy in the empire, their status was equal, and their
future was predictable.
But all of this changed with the Kurami incident. Karl
was not present throughout the entire incident, including the final trial. Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps someone deliberately plotted in secret. Myrcella, the empire's greatest potential
ally, was at that time fighting against his royal brothers on the northern battlefield.
Karl rode back to Kurami, the city where it all began.
...
On the third day after the rumors of Arland's death, a private party was being held in his underground villa.
The master of the house was none other than Arland, who should have been dead. The guests were the silver-masked prince of the Black Goat and
a mysterious masked trainer. The setting was exceptionally lavish; this local nobleman of Kurami
had spared no expense in transforming the underground room into a magnificent, golden palace.
"What a grand spectacle," said the silver-masked Pusk, seated. "What do you want me to see?"
The trainer stood silently beside him.
"You'll know when you see me, my lord," Arland clapped his hands, and the door opened. Entering was
a woman in a red robe and a stag crown. She wore a mask and walked in with the utmost poise and nobility,
a perfect image of a young grand duchess. And there was no need to guess; only one woman in the entire empire possessed this image
—the empire's most beautiful woman, Ruby Mysera.
"Well, frankly, she's quite beautiful. The daughter of the Grand Duke of the Stag is indeed the most beautiful woman." No longer
the lowly prostitute, but clad in a solemn red robe, Misella exuded a captivating
beauty that even Pusk couldn't help but be drawn to.
Grand Duchess Misella slowly walked a few meters away from the two of them and stopped. Standing before them, she was no longer the prostitute...
Not a prostitute, but the true Grand Duke of the Stag, coupled with Miscella's innate noble bearing and imposing presence,
made men involuntarily swallow hard. This was the true allure of the Imperial Ruby; there was probably no
man in the entire empire who wouldn't be captivated by her.
But then, a sudden, seductive allure appeared on Miscella's expressionless face—a
seductive allure unbecoming of a woman of her status. Before their eyes, Miscella slowly removed her red robe, revealing
beneath the wide, solemn red robe of the stag a completely naked, almost flawless, beautiful
body. Miscella's face was exquisite and beautiful; her eyes were dark and bright, her lips full and red, her breasts
full and firm, her skin smooth as silk, her abdomen flat, and her lower body, even a single glance possessed
an allure that ignited a man's lust; her tempting buttocks and long legs made it impossible to look away.
Only her hair, as deep red as blood, dark and sinuous, seemed to permeate with poison.
“She’s completely transformed now.” Aland gave the trainer a wink, and the masked
trainer walked up to Misella. The noble archduke obediently knelt down, then lay prostrate on the ground
like a female dog. The trainer then placed a dog collar around the archduke’s neck and gently patted
Misella’s beautiful buttocks. The beautiful archduke immediately began to bark like a dog.
“Woof, woof, woof!!” Misella barked, her eyes showing no resistance, only obedience and allure
.
“Oh, this is indeed quite good.” Even if Pusk himself didn’t want to, his body reacted; after all,
no man could see Archduke Misella without feeling anything.
Misella slowly crawled to the two men, glanced at Silver Mask, and then crawled
to Aland.
“Master, is there anything I can do for you?” Misella looked at Aland with seductive eyes.
“Master?” Silver Mask was stunned for a moment, his mind racing.
"Spread your legs, then masturbate. Let's see how Myrcella masturbates." Arland said,
and Myrcella obediently sat on the ground, slowly spreading her long, beautiful legs, giving a seductive smile as she did so, completely different
from the Myrcella of the past. Then, she reached for her genitals, gently parting her labia, and entered
her already wet vulva, stroking it.
"Already wet, slave," Arland mocked, but Myrcella only smiled slightly and continued
masturbating. Her breasts rose and fell with the movement of her body, occasionally emitting seductive moans.
Soon, her legs were wet with fluid, and during masturbation, the Grand Duchess reached orgasm.
But before Myrcella could even catch her breath after the orgasm, Arland stood up,
grabbed her hair from behind, and thrust his penis inside her. Misella was entered from behind, but still
showed no resistance. Her resistance matched the rise and fall of Arland's waist. Her head was tilted back, one hand
wrapped around Arland's neck, and she moaned in sync.
"Master, Master is so good, Misella, Misella is being fucked so good, ah, ahhh!!"
Arland, entering from behind, thrust wildly, caressing the Empire's most beautiful woman and playing with her firm
and full breasts. Then Arland lifted one of Misella's legs and increased the frequency of his thrusts. Finally, after
a few rounds, he shouted and ejaculated into Misella's body. Arland released Misella's body.
Misella, still dripping with semen, turned around and lay on the ground panting.
"Master, Master's semen is so good, Misella wants it." As Misella opened her mouth with a lewd smile,
suddenly Arland slapped her, knocking the Grand Duchess to the ground. But to everyone's surprise, Misella quickly
got up and crawled back to Arland, slapping him again, then backhanding him. Although the Grand Duchess
was stunned by the blows, she showed no resistance whatsoever.
The girl had built a thick wall around her body and soul.
"Well done, trainer, this result is truly satisfying." Arland turned to face the trainer,
who bowed.
"Thank you for the compliment, sir. Now she is completely subjugated to you; you can see it in her eyes,"
the trainer explained.
"That's right, exactly." Arland stepped forward and suddenly punched Misella in the stomach, knocking the Grand
Duchess to the ground. Then Arland stepped on Misella's beautiful face,
twisting it forcefully. Even in such excruciating pain, Misella still looked at her master, smiling at him like a puppy
. Then, Arland stopped.
“Truly, it’s an eye-opener. I never imagined that Myrcella could be so submissive,”
Pusk exclaimed.
“After all, she’s just a woman. What could a woman who has lost everything possibly ask for?” Aland
shrugged. “Besides, the hallucinogenic drugs she’s been injected with are addictive. If I don’t stop the injections, she’ll
cry and beg me. Speaking of which, this is all thanks to you, my lord. The Northern Empire is in turmoil because of these hallucinogenic drugs
, but unfortunately, Ares and his sisters don’t know about it.”
“Let me think, what does that mean? Is it a threat?” Silver Mask stood up, his
eyes sharp as he looked at Aland. “Oh, Grand Duchess? Myrcella? You? Ah, I think I know why you
let yourself die once.”
“Death can evade many things in the East, making your enemies complacent, my lord. I don’t think that includes you. The stag
doesn’t want to be enemies with the goat.” Aland grabbed Myrcella’s hair and dragged her up.
"Are those Grand Dukes of the Stag referring to you?"
"No, of course it's Myrcella. Now that Grand Duke Olsen is dead, and Lenor is dead too, and the other sons are too young,
Myrcella is the only one with the right to inherit the title of Cardinal."
"You've forgotten Duke Velas, the guardian of the southern border of the Empire, Grand Duke Olsen's brother," Silver Mask reminded
him.
"Duke Velas has many enemies in the Grand Duchy of the Stag. Perhaps he's resourceful, but I think he needs
to worry more about his wife. The Empire's legendary female knight, Lady Alexandra, was even stripped naked and blindfolded by..."
"Heaven is training her," Arland said.
"That's a bit of a shame. Lady Alicia's beauty is no less than Myrcella's. I must try her sometime."
"If the stag and the black goat are on good terms, the stag wouldn't mind giving Lady Alicia to the black goat to enjoy."
Arland also gave a lewd laugh.
"So, you think that controlling Myrcella will allow you to sit on the stag's throne?" Silver Mask looked at him. "
When did you have this idea?"
"I thought of it when I discovered that I could do something bigger than other local nobles of Kurami."
Pusk's nonchalant attitude made Arland feel uneasy.
"You're playing with fire, Lord Arland," Silver Mask reminded him.
"Who isn't playing with fire? Prince Karl should have arrived in Kurami by now, but he hasn't.
What if the body of the First Prince Karl is found outside the city, and it's Ceres who happens to be the one to kill him?
Everyone in Kurami knows that you've taken over the Blazing Knights." “
This is a trap?” Silver Mask suddenly realized, grabbing Arland by the neck. “You’re the one who
brought Prince Karl here. Don’t think I don’t know. You’re trying to frame me!”
“I don’t have that kind of power… Ah! I told you, we’re allies… Cough.” As he spoke,
Arland’s face suddenly changed, his lips turned black, and black blood flowed from them. Silver Mask immediately released his grip,
watching the man convulse with an incredulous expression.
“You, it’s you…” Arland looked at him, his face contorted in rage, then his eyes rolled back, and
he died in resentment. Silver Mask straightened his clothes, turning his gaze to the trainer, then to Misella. The latter
seemed unfazed by the scene before her; the alluring Grand Duchess quickly threw herself into Silver Mask’s arms.
“In this way, the position of the Red Grand Duchess belongs to the master.” Misella walked in front of Silver Mask, looking
at him.
“Yes, that fool, since you have the opportunity to have it all, why share it with others?” "Having said
that, he embraced Myrcella, and the girl opened her alluring eyes to look at him, then her lips met his.
Just as Pusk was about to accept Myrcella's lips, his face suddenly froze, realizing something.
He turned and lifted Myrcella by the neck, then kicked her unsuspecting, soft belly,
knocking her to the ground.
"I almost fell for your trick, Myrcella." Pusk wiped his hands with a handkerchief and walked towards Myrcella.
"The poison I gave you was 'The Nightmare's Favor,' applied to your lips, but Arland didn't touch your mouth;
it was through your vagina. You didn't use 'The Nightmare's Favor,' but 'The Widow's Blood.'"
"No, you used your own kind, Myrcella." Pusk shook his head, watching
the black blood flowing from Misella's nostrils due to the poison. "This was all part of your plan. It wasn't Aland who controlled you,
but you who seduced him. I never imagined that Misella, reborn from the ashes, would also play with fire."
Looking at Misella panting on the ground, Pusk snapped his fingers: "Come in!"
To Misella's surprise, Tang Yu walked in from outside. This man from the slums appeared even
thinner than before, but the look in his eyes was even more ferocious.
"You must know him. Actually, he's always been my man, not loyal to Aland. That man
doesn't know that."
"Why did you help him?" Misella watched Tang Yu approach her step by step, his eyes flashing with malice. Her female
instincts made her retreat.
"Because I promised him that after it was done, I would give Misella, that is, you, to him as
his woman alone." “Pusk laughed as he spoke, “Although any wise person would know it’s impossible to
bestow the future Grand Duchess upon such a lowly person as him, this man still agreed, because he only has eyes for
that woman.”
“Mother?” Misella read the desire in Tang Yu’s eyes. The woman he couldn’t have before had
now reappeared as her daughter. When the two images overlapped, this man
finally couldn’t control himself and began to take risks.
“Be careful, Misella has been poisoned.” Pusk watched as Tang Yu tackled Misella. Misella
tried to struggle, but her movements were restricted by the Blood Egg. Oh, the hateful Blood Egg, Misella still didn’t know
what was happening.
“It’s alright, haha, Miss Murong, I can finally see you again. Do you know how much I’ve missed you?
I’ve been thinking about you for decades.” Tang Zhen, drooling, took out a pill from her pocket and swallowed it. Misella
looked at the man with fear. In fact, Misella had always been afraid of him, not for physical reasons,
but because he held a secret that girls least wanted to know.
Misella turned around, struggling to get up from the floor to run away, but she hadn't taken more than a few steps before Tang Yu
pounced on her from behind. The man grabbed Misella's hair with one hand and slammed her face hard against the floor. Then he spread
her legs and thrust his penis into her.
"No, no, it hurts, ah, don't grab me, ah!!" "Tang Yu's behavior wasn't that of a normal man,
but rather that of a ravenous beast. He first licked Misella's upper body thoroughly with his tongue, then
scratched and tore at the girl's body with his fingernails, leaving bloody marks. Finally, he entered Misella's body from behind and began to penetrate her.
Misella, whose abilities were restricted by the Blood Egg, could only struggle helplessly, but at this moment, she was
no different from a lamb, being devoured alive by a crazed beast.
"What a good show, Misella. While you enjoy your performance, let me tell you a story.
This is a story that I finally managed to decipher, and I'm sure you'll like it."
"Ah, ah, what is it?" Misella was being raped by Tang Yu on the ground, one side of her face resting
on the floor, looking at the smug Silver Mask with his hands behind his back.
"Once upon a time, there was a woman from a country across the blue sea. She was born into a powerful family, and she
was destined to have a marriage unlike any other." So the woman crossed the ocean to the other side of the continent,
where she was arranged to marry a man whose family crest was a red deer.
"Mother?" Myrcella's eyes widened.
"First, let me introduce that woman. In her country, she's known as a chivalrous woman. Indeed
, she's exceptionally beautiful and intelligent, and always has countless suitors wherever she goes. But she's a femme fatale; she
made both the eldest and second eldest deer of the Red Deer family fall in love with her. The woman claimed to love the second eldest, but married the eldest,
because the eldest would eventually inherit the family."
"Could it be...?" Misella's pupils dilated, instinctively filling her with fear. Even being
raped by Tang Yu simultaneously hadn't lessened this fear; it was the fear of facing reality.
"Afterwards, although the woman was Changlu's wife, she secretly
fell in love with Cilu, which fueled the brothers' growing animosity. The once harmonious brothers turned against each other because of a woman, even fighting and becoming a laughingstock of the empire
, until Cilu was driven out of the house, and the matter seemed to have ended there. But not long after, Changlu died suddenly,
and Cilu returned home to inherit the family position, while the woman became Cilu's wife."
"No, this isn't true, I...I...could it be?" Suddenly, Misella seemed to understand everything.
Why her father had always been so cold to her since childhood, why his affection for Leonor far surpassed hers, why
she could never gain her father's love no matter how hard she tried—it all seemed to make sense now.
But even though she was born to her father's brother, why did her father treat her as his own daughter
?
"Did you tell all of this?" Misella turned her head. She knew it must be Tang Yu, it must be
this man who knew all of this and told Pusk. But the man behind her seemed to be a madman
, thrusting into her like a perpetual motion machine, constantly entering, stimulating her, and then ejaculating.
"How cold-blooded! Watching your own daughter being played with like this, and you don't even react?" Suddenly
, Pusk turned to the trainer standing beside him. "You can take off your mask now. Did you think
I would leave a stranger here without knowing his identity? Grand Duke Olsen's brother,
Orus!"
"Hmph, well done. I didn't expect the Black Goat to have such talent. No wonder he's the nemesis of my Red Deer family
." The trainer slowly removed his mask. Sure enough, the face beneath was
strikingly similar to Grand Duke Olsen of the Red Deer, only this face was distorted as if burned.
"It seems we're similar in at least this respect; your daughter did the same thing." Pusk
also removed his mask. Like Orus, his face also had large burns—
the price he paid for surviving the great fire in the Red Deer Duchy's capital not long ago, forcing Pusk to wear a mask from now on.
“This, this isn’t real. He… he’s my father…?” Mysera looked at Orus in disbelief.
“Yes, he’s not only your father, but also the mastermind behind everything. He orchestrated
the death of Grand Duke Olsen of the Red Deer, and he secretly pushed Leonor, igniting his ambition. Everything you’ve suffered is because
of this man.”
“But, but, Orus, Father… Father? Why did you do this?”
“Of course, it’s for revenge. Everything Olsen took from me, I’ll take back, and then repay
him tenfold!” Speaking of his brother, Orus couldn’t contain his anger. “I am the Grand Duke in Red Deer.
He not only stole my daughter, but also my position, and even tried to murder me! When I escaped the fire
, I became like this… So I had to leave, living a hypocritical life wearing this mask.”
“Woman, that bitch, I will never forget her… I considered her my wife, I had no
secrets from her, but she told my secret to Olsen, and conspired with my brother to murder me! From then on, I no longer trusted
women. I became a dominatrix, only finding pleasure in the bodies of those sluts. You know
, I’ve always thought about how I would train my wife if I had the chance, I thought about it all the time, and finally,
I had this opportunity.”
Misella collapsed to the ground, her mind almost a complete mess. She remembered the process of being trained by this dominatrix
, but she never imagined that it was by her own father, her own father’s own hands.
“Those days, I… I was being trained by my father?” Misella couldn’t believe it.
In those days, she was naked and played with by a man, and that man was her father.
“By the way, you must not know the secret of the Blood Egg, right? Lord Olus, don’t you want to explain it to me
?” Pusk said with a smile.
"Hmph, so you finally found a clue? No wonder it took you so long to discover this. It's an extremely
rare blood magic, an extreme exception among blood magic, a type of parent-child curse. The caster inflicts the curse
on a newborn infant through blood, which is why this curse is so powerful, unrepeatable, and unheard of.
Because no parent would ever cast such a curse on their child!"
Misella's mind seemed to have been struck a heavy blow. She had considered countless possibilities, but none could break
the magic binding her. This curse was so powerful, so evil, because no one would imagine that it was
a blood magic cast by parents on their child. The shock of the truth left the poor girl speechless.
"You're already shocked? Remember those memory crystals? They recorded
the lewd acts you committed since childhood, acts you yourself were unaware of? It was this man, your father, who
did it through the control of the Blood Egg, then recorded it, spread it around, and let the nobility of the Empire know that Ruby of the Red Deer family was a
whore who sold herself since childhood!"
"Is...is this true?" Misella's eyes widened. The truth was so cruel.
Everything she had suffered was done by her own father. Cursed by her own father, controlled to perform countless despicable
acts, her reputation ruined, adopted by a foster father who hated her, living a life devoid of familial affection, never
receiving love from her foster father, all of which was merely using her as a tool for the family, and she
knew nothing of it... Everything she had been proud of was so hypocritical, everything she had pursued was so
laughable. Misella felt the world go dark, as if she were a puppet being manipulated by fate.
"That's right, I did all of this. I wanted to humiliate that guy Olsen, and for that, I'd do anything."
"I'll use anything I can, anything that can hurt that guy, I'll do it at any cost! It was
I who used the Blood Egg to toy with your life, it was I who killed Olsen and controlled everything, it was I who inspired Leonor
, and of course, Eland was also under my control. I was also secretly monitoring the Kurami incident. Everything
, everything, was done by me, for revenge!" Orus laughed maniacally, this
man who hated the world because of betrayal finally finding his outlet for his emotions.
"Hahahaha, truly brilliant! As a father, toying with his daughter's body, destroying her spirit,
even completely crushing her life—this is truly breathtaking! Do you see, Mysera
, the one who toyed with your life, cruelly playing with you like a toy, is your father!"
"But, I, I am your daughter!!!" "Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Misella cried out.
Regardless of her identity, Misella was ultimately just a young girl. She couldn't accept this cruel reality, couldn't
accept that everything she knew had shattered in an instant, and by her own father!
At this moment, Tang Yu also stopped, looking at the equally crazed Orus, and uttered a
secret that no one could have imagined!
"No, you're not my daughter at all, you're just a bastard!!" Orus suddenly shouted
, "Yes, you're not my daughter. When your mother betrayed me, she was already pregnant. She was
a promiscuous woman; she slept with countless men, and then you were born. You're not
a member of the Red Deer family at all; you're just a bastard!"
"This, no, it's...no, really...I, I'm not the daughter of the Red Deer family, I...I'm just
a bastard? This, this is impossible, this is impossible, hahahaha, then, what about the curse of parentage? If
I'm not your daughter, then the curse of parentage...no, this is impossible!" Thinking this, Myrcella's face turned deathly
pale, a terrifying thought flashing through her mind.
"The curse of paternity wasn't cast by us, but by your own mother. Because you
're a bastard, she couldn't give birth to you; she wanted you dead!" Orus's expression was twisted with hatred,
the same expression one would show looking at a bastard child born to his wife.
"Then, then who am I???" Completely losing her composure, Myrcella screamed madly, emitting
a chilling roar, accompanied by a powerful impact, her long, blood-black hair flying through the air.
Myrcella opened her mouth, revealing a bestial instinct.
"This, this isn't an ordinary roar!" Pusk frantically covered his ears, and
so did Orus and Tang Yu. This roar instilled fear in other creatures from the depths of their hearts. At that moment, Pusk thought
of a creature whose roar alone could send shivers down one's spine.
A dragon's roar!
"Indeed, the fiery constitution, the extraordinary affinity for dragons, the unquenchable
magical flames unleashed by Kurami! No doubt, this is the power of a dragon, and unlike the power of Luna in the Northern Empire, you
are a true dragonborn! Indeed, the dragon language magic our family has been searching for is indeed within you!" "Pusk
attempted to control Myscella with the Blood Egg, but to no avail. Myscella was unaware that her past indulgence
in lust, believing it would allow her to resist the Blood Egg, was actually due to the activation of her dragon blood, triggering her
innate magical resistance. Dragons are born with magical resistance; they
are natural spellcasters—this is the secret to Myscella's fiery rebirth!
But by then, it was too late. The explosive power Myscella unleashed, driven by rage, exceeded everyone
's expectations. The entire house collapsed under the dragon's roar, followed by raging dragon flames—a roar infused with fury.
Dragons, once the rulers of heaven and earth,
would ultimately consume everything." The
sudden
tremor completely destroyed Arland's house and the surrounding area. The people of Kurami were completely unaware of
what was happening. As they stood helplessly in front of their ruined homes, flames erupted again
, a firestorm sweeping across Kurami, as if dyeing the entire sky red. The flames
crackled in the air, and the entire city was shrouded in an atmosphere of unease
. Explosions were heard almost constantly throughout the city.
"Disaster, disaster has returned! She really is disaster!!!" Suddenly, people screamed and
scattered in all directions. The entire city was experiencing a second catastrophe, with sparks flying everywhere, followed by a series of explosions
. Newly built houses collapsed again, the revitalized market was destroyed, and the city was plunged into panic.
On the other side of the street, Misella leaned weakly against a dark corner. The girl was naked and covered
in white fluid. After the violent rape, she had completely exhausted herself and
didn't even have the strength to stand up. However, the excessive exertion had rendered her magical immunity ineffective, and
the hallucinogenic drug she had been injected with was now taking effect. Misella felt a burning desire all over her
body, the toxin spreading within her, making her instinctively crave sex.
"Hmph, clearly exhausted, yet still in heat, what a hopeless body." "
Myrcella laughed at herself, her mind already clouded. The harsh reality assaulted her brain:
betrayal, manipulation, humiliation, pain, resentment, and despair—a torrent of negative emotions surged into her head
, nearly driving her to the brink of collapse. A hysterical hatred slowly took hold; Myrcella could no longer
suppress it. It was a hunger, the dragon's hunger for revenge, manifesting in her mind as a wild
beast roaring at her.
'What...what am I? I am Myrcella, or I am not Myrcella? Who is Myrcella? Myrcella
is the princess of the Stag Kingdom, but I am just a bastard. I am not Myrcella's. Then who am I?' Utterly desperate,
the girl sank into a self-destructive spiral, but the more she thought, the more her head throbbed. Then the hallucinogenic drugs took over
, and her body began to convulse. Driven by withdrawal, she needed to relieve herself through sexual desire.
The girl crawled haphazardly on the ground, the path littered with corpses and panicked passersby. Myrcella lunged at a..."
A man tried to fawn over her, but was kicked away. She then staggered to a
slum where the fire was less intense, where a few poor people were taking refuge. The girl instinctively smiled, a
smile that men found irresistible, and then, naked, walked to the smelly poor people, straddled one of them, and
let his erect penis enter her.
“Come, come, everyone come together! I’m an incurable lewd woman, just like you see
... Even in this situation, I still want it!” Misella moaned, her body rising and falling. She
had completely given up on herself. The reality, utterly beyond her comprehension, had utterly broken the girl. If lust
could make her forget all this, then she would indulge herself.
Misella smiled seductively, straddling one man while using her hand to stroke another man’s penis,
and her other hand to play with her own breasts. In the city engulfed in flames, Misella degraded herself by having
sex with men. The fire had not yet subsided, but these men had nowhere to go. Only one path awaited these lowest of people
, and for Misella, it was the same.
“More, I want more, ah, ah, Misella is about to climax, ahhh!!” "Misella let out
a lewd scream, tilting her head back, her long, blood-red hair flying in the air. Her once vibrant, bright red hair
was now completely stained with black toxins, just like her heart, utterly blackened.
After the climax, as Misella lay panting on the ground, someone suddenly appeared, and the surrounding poor people
ran away in fear. Misella looked up in confusion, the delirious girl instinctively crawling to
the crotch of the man in black armor. Just as she was about to reach out, she saw his face.
Some people can be so intimidating with just their expressions; undoubtedly, 'terrifying' Karl was such a man.
When she met Karl's sharp gaze, Misella instantly sobered up. But Karl just looked at her, just as before
, silently watching her, without uttering a word. The two stared at each other, speechless
.
'You...came...' After a long time, Misella finally lowered her head and uttered her first words.
'Yes, I came.'" "Karl replied stiffly, the man as inarticulate as ever.
"You saw it too, everything that just happened." Mysella dared not look at the man.
"I saw it." "Karl gave a brief reply, and then the two fell silent again. Just
like their encounter on the battlefield, they were connected at that time, but still spoke very little.
Finally, after a long time, Mysella managed to squeeze out a sentence: "You go... I..."
What did she want to say? The other girls themselves didn't know either. The sudden appearance of Mysella had completely robbed
her of the will to live. She didn't know where to go, what to do. All she could see were enemies, and
everything about her was completely denied, even her origins were denied.
"Stand up... come back with me..." Suddenly, Karl gently stroked Mysella's face. The girl
looked up. She had never seen this man show such emotion before. This steel-like man revealed
the emotion he was least adept at: gentleness. The gentleness on Karl's face was a very clumsy expression. He was a terrifying
man, and the word "gentleness" had never been associated with him. But at this moment, Karl was trying to be gentle,
even though this gentleness was mixed with a command.
"Go back, do you know everything that happened to me?" “Misella laughed at herself.
“I know…” Karl repeated, his tone commanding, never one to beg.
“What do you know? I’m not Misella. Misella is the princess of the Duchy of the Stag, and I’m just a bastard
, a bastard who’s been played with by countless men, do you know that?”
“I… I don’t know…” Karl frowned, but he remained unmoved, showing no surprise whatsoever.
No one had ever been able to sway him.
“Then why do you want me back? What value do I have left?” Misella
retreated painfully. She was no longer needed, no longer loved; her world had completely collapsed.
“Come back with me… Don’t make me repeat myself.” Karl had clearly had enough of this tug-of-war. He was
the crown prince of the empire, the leader in the true sense, and he was never good at pleading, especially with a woman.
“I’ve had enough of being deceived and betrayed.” Misella cried, pressing her heart to her chest. “My
heart, my reason, every inch of my skin tells me never to trust anyone again.” "Then
tell me, why do you want me to go back with you?"
"I..." Karl opened his mouth, looking at Myrcella, a
feeling utterly foreign to a man like him rising on his lips. But he couldn't voice it. He was the ruler of the empire, while Myrcella
was now a sinner of the empire, burdened with countless crimes and infamy. She could never again
enter the court or the public eye. In fact, any connection he had with Myrcella would give his political enemies
an excuse to attack him, and could even affect the stability of the entire empire. Myrcella had offended too many nobles.
"No one needs me, I knew that all along!" The girl turned her head, her rational side telling her of her
current situation, and she didn't want to force the man before her. In fact, what Myrcella needed now
was only affirmation, the comfort of being needed and recognized.
But the clumsy Karl didn't understand. He chose what he thought was the most reasonable answer: "Come back with me, I'll
handle it. The empire needs you." "
Just the simple statement 'I'll handle it' has placed too much risk on Karl. This is perhaps
the biggest gamble of this man representing the Imperial Law; bringing Myrcella back means defying the Imperial
Law, defying himself. But for the first time in his life, Karl's emotions have taken over. He needs her… An impulse
makes him say it, but he is, after all, the representative of the Empire. He cannot be swayed by personal feelings, even if it
's self-deception. So he changes his words to, 'The Empire needs you.
' 'The Empire needs me?' Suddenly, Myrcella's anger surges. Her father said the Empire needed her,
the people of the Empire said the Empire needed her, the Blazing Knights also said the Empire needed her, but in the end, everyone betrayed her."
Karl, who didn't understand women's hearts, said things he shouldn't have. If he had followed his heart and spoken his true feelings
, perhaps the outcome would have been different.
"No, the Empire doesn't need me. I've known that for a long time. Everyone is a liar; you're all just
using me. Even you!" Misella turned around, her long hair, dyed crimson with hatred, flying in the wind
. The air was once again filled with the dust of the explosion.
"I'll say it one last time: turn around and come to me!" This was an order. The imperial prince
commanded the girl before him in his own way. He opened his wide cloak, indicating that Misella could hide inside. This imposing
man had enough power to protect her. An ordinary girl might accept such protection, but
Misella wasn't. She was Misella, born of fire; she was different from the start!
Misella chose to retreat. Hatred dominated her reason; dragon blood surged within her, the beast within her
roared. She had no more attachments; all she thought of was revenge.
“No, I refuse, Karl, prince of the Empire. I will not return with you, for there is no
place for me there.” Misella slowly moved away from Karl, who remained rooted to the spot. “I will choose my own path. I will choose
revenge. I will carry blood and fire, carrying my hatred, to burn all those who have betrayed me to ashes. This is my choice,
my only choice.”
“You are playing with fire, Misella!” Karl stood rooted to the spot, knowing full well what this meant.
From that moment on, the two would part ways, becoming enemies. Misella would represent blood and fire, bringing revenge to the Empire, while
Karl would represent the Empire's traditions and foundation, steel and iron; they would ultimately clash.
"Her story is foretold in the prophecy. A black tide rises, demons and ghosts surge from the earth, howling and
ravaging all living things on earth. A miasma engulfs all nations. Above the empire, meteors and fire rain stain the sky
blood-red. A red-haired girl stands on the earth, bringing back fire and vengeance. Her fire can burn
everything, her vengeance can tear everything apart, and the entire empire will wail beneath her feet. Finally, the empire's prince will
rise up in retaliation, with an iron will, clashing blades with the daughter of fire. And ultimately, the entire empire will
collapse."
—This is how the prophet recounted the day that would eventually come.
The prophecy had begun, but Karl only watched the girl depart. At this moment, Karl's subordinates,
the Black Knight Galadran and Qiana, arrived.
"Should we pursue her, Your Highness?" Qiana asked.
"No, no need." Karl turned back. For the sake of the empire, the best course of action was to kill Mysera at this moment
, but he did not do so.
“But the prophecy foretold that Myrcella would become the empire’s nemesis,” Galadran warned.
“At that time, I will personally confront her, just as I did for Keru.” Karl turned and
gave the order, “I want you to find Orus, and bring the Blazing Knights here as well. You must reach Myrcella
before she does.”
“Yes, Your Highness Karl.” Qina stood up, watching the prince’s figure disappear into the sea of fire.
The female knight and Galadran exchanged a glance. Having served Karl for many years, they knew very well what he was thinking.
He wanted to capture Orus before Myrcella, because Myrcella was currently unable to control her emotions. At least,
he couldn’t let that girl commit patricide; such regret would forever haunt her heart.
Indeed, His Highness still loved Myrcella.
As a female knight, Qina sensed this, but unfortunately, fate would turn the two into
enemies, forcing them to clash and cause widespread destruction.
The prophecy had begun, and the gears of fate began to turn once more.
...
Finally, amidst the rising flames, Miscella found the fleeing Silver Mask, Pusk. The emotionally unstable
girl ultimately murdered him, triggering a massive explosion that engulfed the entire city. The newly
rebuilt city was destroyed once more, and after the explosion, Miscella collapsed from exhaustion. She was then
surrounded and attacked by an enraged mob, who vented their anger on her, gang-raping her. When Karl's Black Knights
arrived, Miscella had vanished without a trace.
Meanwhile, Orus was discovered by the Blazing Knights and brought before Karl. Under interrogation, Orus
confessed to everything he had done, including details about Miscella's origins. But after carefully reading Orus's account,
Karl pondered for a long time before asking a question that surprised everyone:
"Is there another version of Miscella's origin story?" Karl questioned Orus.
"What you've heard is the closest to the truth. As for the version you wanted to hear, there's no
chance anymore. Because the person who knew that version is dead." Orus uttered this ironic truth in his final struggle
, then died with a cruel sense of satisfaction.
"Could it be that Tang Yu…" Seres blurted out, but it was too late. Tang Yu had already been
burned to death by Misella in that fire. Misella had buried her own past with her own hands.
After the fire, Kurami was destroyed once again, and Aland, Pusk, Tang Yu, Orus, Zhao
Yuyang, and others paid the ultimate price for their tampering with fire. Those who play with fire will get burned, and even Misella was no
exception. In that fire, she completely lost her chance to be saved and became a sinner of the empire. As for Seres, she confessed Orus's plan to Karl. In fact, she had already 　　come into contact with Orus
after entering Kurami .
After losing both Grand Duke Olsen and Misella as her backers, the rational Seres decided
to place her bets on Orus, the most likely candidate to become the next Grand Duke. She feigned
allegiance to the Black Goat, hoping to benefit from Orus's success. Then, under Pusk's orders, she assassinated Karl. This revealed that the real crime of assassinating Karl
—which Pusk had intended to frame Red Deer for, and which was his reason for recruiting the Blazing Knights—was now
being used by Red Deer to frame the Black Goat.
As for Kurami, the Black Goat's infiltration of the city far exceeded that of Red Deer, a fact Orus, as a trainer,
knew better than anyone. Therefore, he used Misella to burn down the Black Goat's largest stronghold in the southern part of the empire;
everything was part of the plan.
However, the Red Deer family suffered the greatest loss in all of this. Having lost the Red Grand Duke, the Deer family
descended into internal strife, with various factions vying for power. The Black Grand Duke, however, remained firmly on his throne
. He had only lost one son. The Red and Black Grand Dukes held positions equal to the Emperor, and
Karl could not possibly hold the Black Grand Duke accountable for this.
History turned a new page, and the prophecy began…

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