[Playing with fire will get you burned] 10

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This article clarifies some issues in the Imperial Kingdom arc, including why Ares didn't appear and
where the hallucinogenic drugs came from. It can be considered a supplement to the Imperial Kingdom arc.
In the room, Ares took out letters from his family in the north. The last letter
was received while he was still in the Imperial capital testifying for Mysella, more than a month ago. They were from his three sisters:
Princess Asis, the first princess of the Imperial Kingdom of Nelfa; Princess Alia, the third princess; and Princess Maya, the fourth princess.
He opened the letter from his youngest sister, Maya, first. Immediately, the image of that young, confident, and energetic little sister
appeared in his mind.
"Brother Ares, be proud of me. I've gained my sister's approval and will
be fighting as her adjutant in the upcoming demon expedition. I will definitely perform well on the battlefield, and I won't disgrace
my sister's reputation or the prestige of our royal family. When you return, you'll be amazed by my performance
. Speaking of which, it seems Brother Agger is up to something lately, but never mind him. With you and my sister
here, our Nelfa Empire will only grow stronger."
Agger, mentioned in the letter, was his younger brother, a gloomy man who was rumored to be plotting to seize the throne
, a source of great pain for Ares. If possible, he didn't want to fight his brother
, and he would definitely talk to him after returning home. Next, he opened his sister Asis's letter.
Asis, known as the "Demon Princess," was an extremely brave and skilled female general,
one of the most outstanding commanders in the empire.
"Ares, by the time you receive my letter, I will have already prepared the expeditionary force of the demon race, Alfania
. Maya will be my second-in-command. Don't be too nervous; I've made ample preparations. This time, we
will definitely inflict heavy losses on the demons. If we succeed, we will be able to establish a firm foothold in the undeveloped western territories.
This will expand our country's living space and give us more leverage to negotiate with the Black Goat family. When you return home
, let's hold a victory celebration together."
The Demon Kingdom of Alfania is the archenemy of the Empire of Nelfa. The two countries have fought for a century over unclaimed
land located between them. Especially for the Empire of Nelfa, with its scarce land, acquiring this unclaimed land is crucial to
gaining greater development space under the pressure from the Black Goat family in the south. This has been
a dilemma for successive rulers of the Empire.
Thinking of his strict sister, Ares shook his head. His sister had dedicated her entire life to the survival of her homeland
. Finally, he opened a letter from his beloved younger sister, the third princess, Aria, the gentlest
and kindest of the four sisters.
"Brother Ares, how are you? Are you settling into the environment of the Stag Kingdom? Sister Asis and Maya
are preparing for their expedition, and I'm investigating the distribution of hallucinogenic drugs. As you know, this
vicious drug is harming our people, and I cannot let it continue. Brother Ares, I'm
a little worried about the source of the drugs… Well, let's talk about that when you return home. Come back soon, we're
family, brother."
Thinking of Aria's gentle face, Ares closed his eyes, and every face in his family appeared before him
. The prince of the Northern Empire decided that after this incident, he would definitely return home and stay
to fulfill his duties as the heir to the throne. After all, he had so many lovely and reliable family members.
But now, what he had to do was save the girl in his heart…
Walking the streets of Kurami, he saw the desolation left by the fire everywhere. Beggars, drug
addicts, and vagrants were everywhere, many of them former commoners now reduced to the streets. In their eyes
, Misella was no savior, regardless of her motives, but her actions had indeed
brought misfortune to the residents.
However, the root of everything was not this. Through investigation, and through his own eyes, Ares knew
that the city was recovering. Misella's flames had only burned its surface, unable to destroy its rotten
roots. The true rulers of the city were the nobles of the old era, ancient, stubborn, and powerful. These
people were not only the local nobles of Kurami, but also representatives of the decay and aging of the entire empire. These families
are ancient factions passed down through generations within the empire. Not only in Kurami, but throughout the empire, they have
factions supporting them. The relationships between these families are deeply intertwined, forming a
network that even the emperor cannot break through. Kurami can be seen as a representation of the empire's old power structure. Kurami
is like a microcosm of the empire; those seemingly decadent families actually support the lifeblood of the entire network.
Touching any one of these lines will trigger unexpected reactions. The fire in Misella, however, touched
the deeply entrenched faction of the Black Grand Duke. Of the Red Grand Duke, the Black Grand Duke, and the Emperor, the Black Grand Duke
has the deepest influence in Kurami, and suffered the greatest losses in the fire.
Therefore, the Black Grand Duke had to react. While the arrival of Silver Mask was unwelcome among the local nobles,
it was a necessary action for the Black Goat family; they needed to send someone to protect their interests.
But this was not enough, far from sufficient to explain everything. He needed more intelligence.
...
The night in Kurami was as noisy as ever. The slums were teeming with all sorts of people;
drug addicts, vagrants, and drunkards were everywhere. Kurami's prostitution industry was thriving; even
in the slums, there were brothels befitting the area.
Compared to the bustling aristocratic district, the brothels in the slums reeked of cheap tobacco, alcohol, and heavy
perfume. Everywhere, bloated prostitutes with exposed breasts solicited customers. And those so-called clients
were hardly well-dressed; most were ragged, coming to these low-class brothels simply to alleviate their primal
desires and numb themselves.
However, the red-light district was a little unusual today. A tall, thin man, who looked
like a soldier, wore a mask, obscuring his face, but what caught the eye was that he was leading a beautiful red-haired female dog.
Walking along a rarely traveled path. The girl being treated like a bitch was incredibly beautiful, with fair
skin and a graceful figure—a beauty unmatched even in a noble brothel. Yet now, this
girl was being led around like a lowly whore. Passersby couldn't help but
cast curious and greedy glances. After all, the girl was simply too beautiful.
"Master, I… this bitch wants…" the girl gritted her teeth, turning around as if pleading for something. But the man
kicked her from behind, knocking her to the ground. Her once fair skin was now covered in dust, making her look utterly worthless.
"Remember what I asked for? How dare a bitch speak?" The man appeared to be a
young man with perverse desires; his tone was filled with impulsiveness and unease, mixed with the longing of someone experiencing forbidden fruit for the first time.
"Woof, woof, woof woof woof!!!" The beautiful girl at his feet scrambled to her feet, crawling on all fours, head bowed,
imitating a dog's bark as she begged her master. Finally, with her master's permission, the girl slowly raised one
leg, placing it against the wall, exposing her most private parts. A stream of urine shot from her urethra,
leaving a trail in the night.
The girl's movements were alluring and graceful, like a beautiful dog in a high-class noble brothel—
a stark contrast to the slum brothel she was in. But it was precisely this contrast that fueled the man behind her lust
. He knew the girl's identity; even the highest-ranking men in the entire empire
would be captivated by her.
This girl, now as lowly as a dog, was none other than the empire's most beautiful woman, Ruby Mysera. The man, leering at the girl's
plump buttocks, pulled out his penis and thrust it into her still-urinated genitals. Mysera
let out a low, soft moan, a sound of forced self-pleasure, but it was this
involuntary resistance that made her even more alluring. The contradictory feeling of her heart not submitting, yet being forced to submit
, fueled the man's immense desire to conquer her.
The man inserted his penis into Misella's vagina, feeling the empire's most beautiful woman's vagina. Normally,
a man of his status would never have been able to enjoy such a delicacy, but fate had played a cruel joke. Misella
had fallen from a pampered princess to the lowest of the empire's commoners, her beautiful body easily accessible to anyone.
Especially at night in the slums, one could often see the lewd scenes of red-haired girls and numerous men engaging in sexual acts
; Misella had now become everyone's tool for sexual gratification. And what was most exciting was that Misella
had offered herself to him.
It was precisely because of this that the man had the opportunity to experience what only the wealthy could possess—a beautiful woman like a dog.
Watching the girl before him grit her teeth, her face filled with resentment yet forced to submit to his manipulation
, the man was consumed by excitement. At that moment, a cloaked man appeared from behind and punched
him to the ground. The two men began to fight, but the man who appeared later quickly overwhelmed the other with his strength
, knocking him to the ground. He then scrambled away, shouting a few words as he left.
"Look at the state you've become," Ares said, pulling back his cloak. He grasped Myrcella's shoulders,
looking at the girl with pity. "Do you know who that man is?"
"Gryffin, the captain of Arland's guard," Myrcella calmly stated, revealing his identity, which
stunned Ares.
"You knew all of this was your plan?" Ares could hardly believe his ears.
"I heard on the way that you offered yourself up to him as his bitch?"
"He has this perverted fetish, and I just satisfied him," Myrcella retorted.
"Why? This isn't you. The Myrcella I know isn't like this." The girl tried to push him away, but
he held her even tighter. "I know that Myrcella. She was so proud and noble. Why have you fallen
so low?"
"For revenge..." This time, Myrcella pushed Ares away and said, word by word, "I know
who he is. He's a guard in Arland. I can get what I need from him."
"He's just a guard! You've gone mad! This isn't the person you used to be. What you get from him
won't truly give you revenge. Don't you understand?"
"Then what else can I do?" Myrcella retorted, her eyes filled with anger. Her once bright
red hair had turned a deep crimson, like the color of blood. "I will find an opportunity, step by step, to complete
my revenge. That's the meaning of my life now."
"Revenge? Who are you taking revenge on? Do you know who's behind this?" Ares's tone also became agitated.
He couldn't bear to see his beloved girl fall so low.
"I don't know, but what does it matter?" Misella looked up, her emotions running high. "You know,
everyone I see is my enemy. I have no allies left."
"You still have allies, right in front of you!" Ares excitedly embraced the girl, ignoring her filth.
"You can't go on like this. I'll help you, I promise I will. So please, stop
wallowing in self-pity, okay?"
"No, I don't believe you, I don't believe any of you..." Misella coldly retorted. "I've
had enough."
"That doesn't matter. I'll prove to you that I, Ares, am an ally you can trust." Ares
took a step back, looking at the bewildered Misella. "Wait for me. I'll come back and prove to you that you're not
fighting alone. But until then, stop what you're doing, okay?"
Misella didn't answer, only watching as the first heir of the Northern Empire turned and disappeared into the darkness
. Although the Northern Empire was considered a second-rate nation by the Empire, the Crown Prince was still the Crown Prince, and she knew
the risks Ares was currently taking. Thinking of this, the girl softened. She pushed aside
the man who was trying to flirt with her and turned to leave.
...
"I heard you're now Silver Mask's mistress?" At the ball, Ares saw
Seres dancing with nobles. The latter's face darkened the moment she saw Ares.
"Your Highness," Seres greeted Ares with ladylike manners. After all, he was a prince of a nation,
and even Silver Mask couldn't restrict his freedom. But Ares' sudden appearance did make Seres quite uneasy
.
"I don't believe those rumors. Once..." Ares added, looking at Seres before him.
In his mind, Seres had always been a noble and elegant woman, of noble birth, with dignified
bearing and an intellectual charm. But for some reason, the fact that Seres was still wearing an evening
gown now seemed somewhat jarring to Ares. It was as if she were a promiscuous socialite,
fawning over men.
"I can't stop these rumors. Rumors are like the wind; once they're out, they can never be taken back," Seres
analyzed calmly and rationally. "Besides, this is the consequence I have to bear for my choice." "
I went to find your companions in the Blazing Flame Clan. Many people don't understand your actions; they think you betrayed
Mysella." Ares took Seres' hand and pretended to dance.
“Many people don’t understand, including Miss Myrcella, but this is the best choice I could make. Now
we need a stronger backer, not a worthless favor,” Seres confessed.
“So you sided with Silver Mask and became his mistress?” Ares retorted sharply. “No matter the reason,
for Myrcella, this is blatant betrayal.”
“I had no other choice, Your Highness.” Seres tried to loosen her grip.
“Don’t try to fool me, Seres. I’ve worked with you all; I know you. Your betrayal
began long before this. Tell me, who is truly controlling you all?” Suddenly, Ares pulled
Seres close and whispered a threat in her ear. “Tell me this name. If I’m not mistaken
, you will still be loyal to the Stag, not the Black Sheep.”
“Are you threatening me?” Seres’s expression froze. “This isn’t a friendly gesture.”
“Consider it for Myrcella’s sake,” Ares emphasized.
Seres loosened her grip and whispered a name in his ear. Ares nodded
and turned to leave. However, he didn't realize that the man in the silver mask was watching everything from the stairs.
...
Under the cover of night, a noble carriage was returning from outside the city, guarded by about six soldiers. The carriage
's owner was named Baish, a local nobleman from Kurami, and also
a representative of the nobles who strongly opposed Arland's recruitment of the Black Mountain Goat family. Baish was returning to his residence from outside the city when , just as he was about to arrive
, several arrows shot out from the darkness.
The black arrows slashed through the night sky, one striking a horse in the neck. With a neigh, the
carriage overturned sideways. When Baish struggled to climb out of the carriage, he saw only chaos around him
. His guards were fighting a group of attackers in black. The two sides were evenly matched, but the attackers were prepared; they
used crossbows from the shadows to shoot the guards in the throat, killing them one by one.
The nobleman struggled to his feet, and when he finally saw his surroundings, he was all alone;
all his guards had perished in the attack. Baish watched helplessly as a man in black approached him, drew his
weapon, and prepared to deliver a fatal blow when a sword pierced his chest.
Ares deftly drew the sword that had killed the attacker, then whirled around, gripping the blade in his other hand, and charged
at the attacker standing behind him. The attacker was killed instantly before he could even raise his crossbow. Ares
gave him no chance to retaliate, running swiftly and using his momentum to draw his sword in an arc,
killing the last enemy who hadn't yet had a chance to fight back. Then he returned to Baish.
"Come with me, if you don't want to die." Ares pulled the nobleman into the alleyway.
"Your Highness Ares?" Baish recognized Ares in the darkness. This put the heir to the Northern Empire in an
awkward position; given his status, he shouldn't have been involved, as this would inevitably bring unnecessary diplomatic trouble.
"How far is it to your home? Do you have any other guards to meet you?" The two walked through the dark alleyways
. Fortunately, in a city like this, such things happened all the time. Many people had become numb; even if passersby
saw someone walking in the dark, they would mostly assume it was just a simple brawl or a fatal incident. Such
things happened every day in Kurami.
Suddenly, Ares stopped. There seemed to be someone ahead, forcing the two to
halt.
"Why are you helping me?" Baish asked, his voice heavy with unease.
"Because you are supported by the Duke of the Stag," Ares said calmly.
"Thank you. I've heard that the Northern Empire and the Red-Clad Duke have always had a good relationship." Baish relaxed his guard, which
also relieved Ares.
"The Black-Clad Grand Duke has always wanted to restrain our country's power. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. The Northern Empire needs
the Red-Clad Grand Duke." Ares secretly rejoiced. He had indeed gleaned the truth from Baish. This city not only had
the Black-Clad Grand Duke's influence but also the support of the Red-Clad Grand Duke, proving that Seres was indeed in
contact with the Stag Duchy.
"Thank you again, Your Highness Ares. Silver Mask definitely wants to kill me. I didn't expect him to actually
dare to make a move in Kurami. Damn it, this is our local noble city. It's none of Black Goat's business!" Baish
said angrily.
"Silver Mask?" Ares was taken aback. "I thought they were Arland's men."
"Arland? That bastard betrayed us all. He pretended to join forces with Black Goat's men,
but secretly he was inviting the Imperial Family to intervene. That guy is playing with fire!" Baish revealed a fact that shocked Ares immensely
. The prince's mind raced. The mysterious death of the Grand Duke of the Bucks, the true mastermind behind Seres,
Arland's betrayal—he felt he was getting close to the truth.
"They're gone, let's hurry over." Having finally escaped the crowd, as Ares and Baish
left the dark alley and were about to return to the safe main street, they saw Baish
's house burning fiercely across the block.
"Watch out!!" Another volley of arrows came flying. The alert Ares was struck in the shoulder, but he rolled away to avoid
the next deadly piercing arrow. But Baish wasn't so lucky; a crossbow bolt pierced his throat, and he fell into a
pool of blood. The one
who warned him was a man who looked like a vagrant. Ares followed his gaze and saw Zhao
Yuyang pointing a crossbow at him. But this time, Zhao Yuyang couldn't hit the prepared Ares.
"Ceres says you betrayed Mysella, why?" Ares raised his longsword. Zhao Yuyang also
threw down his crossbow and drew his sword. The two men faced off.
"Because Mysella is no longer worth pursuing. You know I pursue her, and so do you. Mysella used
to be a ruby born of fire, a goddess high above, but now, she's nothing." Zhao
Yuyang roared, charging forward with his sword, but Ares easily blocked his attack.
"So you betrayed her? Because she's no longer the woman of your dreams? I really misjudged you.
What did Silver Mask give you?" Ares forcefully pushed Zhao Yuyang away, then with a backhand slash, his superior swordsmanship
easily slicing through Zhao Yuyang's arm.
"Treasure, and the future. The Zhao Clan Merchant Guild can gain the support of the Black-Clad Grand Duke of the Empire, while the Red-Clad Grand Duke has already
fallen. Isn't that enough?" Zhao Yuyang used all his skills to confront Ares head-on, and with
this momentum, he suppressed Ares for a short time.
"You... know nothing." Ares felt he was one step closer to the truth. Zhao Yuyang had sided with
the Black Goat, but he didn't know the Stag's true plan, which meant that at least Silver Mask didn't know the real
truth. Ares raised his sword high with both hands, revealing a huge opening. Zhao Yuyang seized the opportunity, lowering his sword and
thrusting it straight at his chest. Unexpectedly, Ares sidestepped, twisted his heel, and spun
to Zhao Yuyang's side, then slashed down diagonally, cleaving Zhao Yuyang in two.
The young master of the Zhao Clan Chamber of Commerce thus ended his life in bitterness.
Ares, weak, knelt on the ground, barely supporting himself with his sword. His shoulder and leg were injured,
but fortunately, they were not serious. The prince of the Northern Empire breathed a sigh of relief and stood up. He believed he was close to
the truth. This was a pre-planned conspiracy, and Misella was merely a pawn, a
pawn abandoned by her family.
Ares knew all this, and he was somewhat excited, because he would soon find a way to help Misella.
He believed that moment would come soon.
"Wait for me, Misella, I won't let you down," Ares said to himself. At this moment,
the man who had warned him beforehand ran over, wanting to help Ares. Somewhat unsteady on his feet, Ares accepted the
man's help.
"Thank you. Who are you?" Ares still holding his sword.
"My name is Tang Yu, sir. I'm just a wanderer passing by." This relieved Ares; the other person's
actions and tone truly resembled that of a wanderer.
"Thank you. I'll remember your name. I'll definitely repay you properly in the future." Ares
released his sword; he was badly injured and needed bandaging. Just as he was thinking about how to stop the bleeding, he
made a fatal mistake, turning his back to a stranger.
Then, Ares felt the cold, sharp blade pierce his body, followed by
the sound of bones shattering. Ares turned his head, looking at the wanderer in confusion. He didn't recognize this person, nor did he know why
he had been stabbed in the back. Consciousness began to fade. Ares closed his eyes, only feeling his life slipping away.
I'm sorry, Mysera, I haven't been able to help you recently.
...
In the distance, Silver Mask stood on the stands, watching Baish's house burn in the raging fire. Everything
was going according to his plan. He used Zhao Yuyang, a pawn, to eliminate Ares, his biggest problem. Ares
was an ally of Misella, but also the first heir to the Northern Empire. His identity became
a hidden danger to all plans. He couldn't openly eliminate this unstable factor, but finally, he found an opportunity.
Silver Mask grinned maliciously, holding a letter in his hand. It was a letter from his sisters in the Northern Empire
. This prince of the Northern Empire certainly didn't know what his family was going through while he was far away in Kurami rescuing his beloved girl
. The empire was in chaos. King Krull was seriously ill, the second
prince Ager seized the throne amidst the chaos, his sister Asiri was assassinated in the war against the demons, and his sister Aliya
was imprisoned because of the hallucinogenic drug incident, triggering the "Royal Blood Poisoning" incident.
Even more, his beloved sister Aliya was subjected to all kinds of humiliation after being imprisoned for a wrongful conviction, while Maya
was forcibly brainwashed without her knowledge and became a sex toy for others. Ares knew nothing of all this
. If he had known, would he have resolutely returned home? That remained unknown, and no longer mattered.
The history of the Northern Empire would be forever altered, but that was another story.
...
A few days later, in the dirtiest and most dangerous part of the slums,
Misella lay naked on the ground, her beautiful, sensual body covered in dried semen and filth.
Scattered cigarette butts and contraceptives seemed to tell the story of the sexual encounters this girl had endured over the past few days.
A disheveled vagrant was violating Misella from behind. This girl had been there for several
days, offering neither resistance nor flattery, as if she had given up on herself, openly engaging in
intercourse. It was said she had once been the most beautiful girl in the entire empire, and indeed, perhaps that was true in appearance. But the vagrants
couldn't understand why she would willingly do something even the lowest prostitutes wouldn't do.
"This woman, how many times has she orgasmed already? What a slut, a shameless slut." Baish's
family watched as Misella was assaulted by the homeless man. A few days earlier, Baish's house had been burned down, later proven to be Misella
's doing. This further fueled the hatred of the people of Kurami, as Baish was considered a benevolent figure compared to other nobles,
frequently giving alms and helping the homeless.
"It was this guy who killed Lord Baish, hehe, let me punish you with my cock."
Whether for their former benevolent master or for their own desires, people focused their hatred on the horrible
Misella, sexually humiliating her. Gang rape, enemas, unrestrained physical abuse, even bringing animals
to humiliate her, to avenge her, to satisfy these people's perverse pleasure.
And Misella, like a broken doll, remained subjected to the men's abuse.
Not long ago, Ares left, hastily departing after receiving a letter from the Northern Empire. When Silver Mask
handed Misella the letter bearing the seal of the Imperial Nelfa, the girl realized that she had been
abandoned once again. Ares had broken his promise, ultimately choosing to leave without saying goodbye. Just like Seres, perhaps
their choices had their own reasons, but in the end, they still deeply wounded the girls' hearts.
The men's assault continued; although she didn't want to climax, her body still instinctively climaxed. The red-haired beauty
tilted her head back, letting out alluring moans. How many orgasms had she experienced already? Misella didn't know.
Her body seemed to betray her, bursting forth with boundless desire, craving sexual intercourse.
Only in sex could she forget the pain of betrayal, the excruciating
pain that tore her heart apart. Only in the moment of climax could her wounded heart find brief solace. But then, she would
be tormented by pain again, and so she could only let revenge consume her.
Revenge was her only motivation to live. In unrestrained intercourse, she could clearly feel
the magic of the Blood Egg being broken. It was a primal instinct, something Misella didn't know
what it was, but she knew that this instinct made her thirsty, filled her heart with a destructive urge, and allowed the desire for revenge
to prevail.
But revenge—who was her target?
The Red Deer family that betrayed her? The Black Goat family that humiliated her? Or Kurami, or the entire
empire? The girl discovered she had so many enemies, more numerous than the stars; enemies were everywhere she looked.
And she had no friends left.
If she had a target for revenge, it would be alright, but Misella found she didn't even know where to begin,
who to avenge herself against. This immense contradiction nearly drove her to the brink of collapse. She didn't know what to do and could only immerse herself
in the pleasure of sex.
And so, she fell into an endless cycle.
"Ah, ha, that felt so good. This bitch is so tight no matter what I do." The man, having ejaculated
, stood up and withdrew his penis. Then he stepped on Misella's head, pulled one of her arms back,
took out a syringe, and cruelly injected it into the girl's body.
"Hehe, this hallucinogenic drug is going to give you a hard time. This dosage is illegal," the man
said as he injected. For the past few days, they had been injecting her with this so-called hallucinogenic drug. Misella had heard of this
name before; it was a drug strictly prohibited in the Empire. Its most notable characteristic was its extremely cheap and addictive nature.
After injection, it was almost 100% addictive, causing pleasurable hallucinations and a loss of consciousness. Increased dosage
would produce intense sexual urges and muscle weakness, ultimately leading to death.
But why these people possessed this hallucinogenic drug was no longer her concern. Even the brief,
intense euphoria during its effects, enough to make her forget her pain, would prompt her to beg for the drug.
Her entire body ached—her limbs were brutally abused, her breasts were wantonly violated, her mouth had swallowed countless amounts of semen
, and her genitals throbbed with pain from unrestrained sexual intercourse. It felt as if every part of her body was screaming in agony, but what
Misella found most unbearable was the pain of betrayal.
Misella's head was stomped hard on the ground, and not far from her, the doll from the Western Duchy was also
crushed and broken. Looking at the broken doll, the girl thought of her favorite fairy
tale. "
And so, the knight Meiling was questioned by everyone, even abandoned by her former companions. But
no matter when or where, Princess Ailing always stayed by her side, hand in hand, never to part."
That was the chapter in the fairy tale where the heroine was framed. Misella recalled the story from the book,
looking at the doll trampled to pieces, tears streaming down her face.
In reality, without Princess Ailing, justice could not be served. Without power, nothing could be done; to
gain power, for revenge, she would even sell her soul to the devil.
Misella secretly vowed.
...
In the distant western desert, in a city called Seraman.
The blonde Princess Lindis plunged a dagger into her sister Nina's vital spot, the girl's eyes filled with tears.
Her sister had betrayed her pride and dignity, turning to her enemy. For the sake of others, the girl had no choice but
to kill her own sister.
Nina's expression suddenly twisted in agony. She slowly turned her head, horrified to find a dagger plunged into her
vital spot. Blood splattered, staining her trembling hands gripping the dagger.
"Lindis?" Nina's body went limp. The dagger's owner quickly embraced her, the girl
now weeping uncontrollably. "I seem to have forgotten... you're a priestess of the temple... you know how to use a dagger."
"Sister!!!!!!!!!!" Lindis sobbed incessantly; perhaps only tears could express her
pain and inner turmoil.
"I... I never expected you to do this. But... in the end, you won't get away with it either
... Laubers, he may have already sensed your actions." Pain completely overwhelmed Nina.
She struggled, managing a final, mocking smile. "Those who kill their parents... will be cursed..."
With that, her head lolled to the side, and she collapsed.
These were her last words to the poor girl.

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