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Naseria walked to the audience room with unsteady steps.
Her father, the Sultan, never gave her the succession position, and her fiancé, Alceste, only viewed her as his possession until the end.
Even if you have expectations, give your heart, and dream, in the end, all you get in return is cold cynicism.
It is this difficult to change one or two people, so changing the country's evil laws may have been impossible in the first place.
Yeah. Maybe it wasn't a dream but a delusion.
This is the result of her never being able to accept the fact that her life is not her own but belongs to her father, the Sultan, and she lies to herself in order to protect her fragile heart.
So, my heart went out to the exile from the empire, to the royal family who did not know her before and to this land.
Because I thought that he, who had lost everything, and she, who had nothing in the first place, were similar.
Knock knock.
I heard the sound of flames burning.
Naseria raised her head and looked at the sky.
The blue sky was filled with black smoke.
The ornate pillars of the audience room were cracked in places, and the beautiful tapestries had long since been reduced to ashes.
Naseria truly loved this city and palace, because she thought it could all be hers.
But if it was never going to come into your hands… … .
No matter how much I love you, if you are destined to be used… … .
Before the thought could continue, a mental wave was heard from the throne.
“Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!”
Naseria lowered her head again and looked towards the Sultan's throne.
'The Wicked' Valencian stood on the platform where the throne was placed.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The throne was engulfed in flames, burning like a torch, and within the flames a black figure was emitting psychic waves that seemed to boil and boil, tangled with blood vessels and tumors.
“Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!”
It was like a thousand mouths speaking at the same time.
A wave of mental energy darkened the area around the throne.
“You ugly sinner! Your soul will not go to hell or heaven!”
But Valencian did not back down even one step.
Every time he gestured, a flame like the sun would rise and surround the throne.
Cheeeeek!
The flames consumed everything before the black wave could fully spread, and instead dug deep into the black figure, bursting tumors and blood vessels.
“Your Majesty Jaylilith, pay for the sins of putting my twin in your filthy mouth!”
The black figure was seething madly, quivering like slime.
Passssss.
The flame that had been burning like a torch for a moment went out.
Black ash swirled from the throne and disappeared before reaching the floor.
The Duke of Mangnani muttered in a way that was not befitting of a fool.
“Baphomet Sultan. The enmity you held toward Soletaras and my twin was not solely yours. The Old One is a being in which spirit and flesh are not distinct, and receiving the Old One’s power means receiving a transplant of its body.”
He bit his red lips wearily.
“Or maybe there was never a time when people like you existed.”
Naseria doubted her ears.
'It was all a lie?'
The core doctrine of the Pantheon was that if you serve the nine gods and maintain balance within your body to prevent erosion, you can live in this world while controlling the power of the gods.
Valencian's words directly denied that doctrine.
The royal family turned around with a gait like they were dancing at a ball.
“Naseria.”
His face resembled Belisarios', but he differed in many ways.
Her red lips, which had always been curved upward, were expressionless like a granite statue, her cheeks, which had been full of life, were sunken and deeply shaded, and her transparent eyes stood like a golden wall blocking her.
The affectionate yet sorrowful smile of Belisarios was nowhere to be found.
That blank expression was short-lived, however, as the most famous scoundrel in the empire smiled as befitting his reputation.
He shrugged his shoulders and smiled brightly, leaving the burning throne and the dark sky behind him.
“Congratulations. You are now free.”
Naseria staggered as if she was about to fall.
That might not have been entirely wrong.
There was nothing to protect from the beginning, so there was no need to be tied down.
When I glanced back, I saw flames rising from the street in front of the palace as well.
The temple and the altar were destroyed, and his father, the Sultan, was killed.
Naseria lifted her bridal veil.
Her charming and alluring beauty was clearly revealed.
That day was originally supposed to be her wedding day.
She looked at Valencian sharply and asked in a cheerful tone.
“As the princess of a minor state, I would like to ask the Emperor of the Empire: Was the person I loved never there from the beginning?”
Purple eyes met gold eyes, and the princess in her white wedding dress and the archduke in his white uniform looked at each other.
Valencian looked away for a very, very brief moment, then nodded again, smiling shamelessly.
“Yes. It never existed from the beginning. It never existed in the first place.”
“Belisarios.”
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“I am the scoundrel of the Empire, the Archduke. My brother Valencian.”
He came down the steps in front of the throne with the sound of his shoes clicking.
As Valencian passed by Nasseria, Nasseria clenched her fists.
Even though my height, body type, hair, clothes, name, and standing location may be different.
His body still had a refreshing, yet strong, acacia-blossom scent.
* * *
Valencian leisurely left the audience room and headed back toward the garden.
“King Tentia. How is the situation?”
Tentia reported, taking off her red helmet with a single horn.
A satisfied smile appeared on his manly face.
“It’s not bad, but I think it’s time to go back. I’ve used up most of the magic bullets I brought, and the mechanical knights are starting to have problems with their armor one by one.”
The Duke of Mangnani looked out over the garden and the street in front of the palace.
“Don’t be pushed around by sinners who have sold their souls!”
“Fight bravely! If you die in this battle, you will definitely go to heaven!”
“For the God of Light!”
The mechanical knights stood in front of the garden, blocking the flying spells and large crossbows, while the musketeers poured out their powerful bullets, burning the busy street in front of the palace to the ground.
"firing!"
The Amir's soldiers inside the palace had already been annihilated, so it seemed that he had effectively taken over the palace.
However, the situation could not be said to be entirely good.
The shouts of the Emirate officers were carried on the wind.
“They are few in number! Break in through the side door!”
“We will gather the imams and prepare for remote prayer!”
“Gather the warriors of the crustacean series! I will launch a diversionary operation in the front.”
Needless to say, they were at a numerical disadvantage, and the surprise attack itself was not a form of battle that was advantageous for a long war, and there were casualties even among the musketeers.
“Yeah. I don’t know how long the door will hold up, but I guess I’ll have to take pride in the fact that it worked properly in its first real use.”
As a 40-year veteran administrator and officer, he gave up greed and was content with what he had gained.
'If you bring about 200 people and make a city of 1.5 million people like this, it's a good deal.'
The Sultan's palace guard alone numbered in the thousands.
'You've chosen the right day. It was a day filled with the energy of the old days due to the spiritual ritual, so the power of my mental waves was multiplied several times. Thanks to that, the imams and warriors who were affected by my mental waves went wild.'
The number of fully mutated invaders that ran out from the Mansin Temple, that is, the Asin soldiers killed by the Emirate soldiers were several times greater than the number of Emirate soldiers killed by him and his magic gunners.
“Why is Asinbyeong here…… Euaaaak!”
Even now, new smoke is rising from various parts of the city.
Just then, a shrill scream was heard from beyond the red fog gate in the center of the garden.
“Brother! Why don’t you come back quickly? It’s hard to keep it open!”
Valencian nodded immediately.
“Sir Alberto! Have the soldiers retreat first!”
The mechanical knights nodded and squeezed out their remaining mana to activate the magical formula engraved on their mechanical armor.
Woohoo!
Spears of fire flew everywhere, and the warriors of the Tokhoku kingdom who were slowly approaching screamed.
“Ahhhhh!”
The gunners and machine operators slowly returned beyond the red ring gate.
Tentia's mechanical armor was also carefully carried by a mechanical knight, and all of the sacred items that had been placed in the garden were also retrieved.
Valencian stayed with Tentia until the end to make sure that all the soldiers returned.
“Now I just need to take care of one more person.”
“Who are you?”
“This is Princess Naseria. She is the Sultan’s successor, so treat her with respect.”
Tentia saw a woman standing in front of the palace gates, with her white veil pulled back and her belt of gold on.
She had healthy brown skin, a sharp expression, and mysterious and alluring purple eyes.
I had expected her to have completely lost her mind by now, but her eyes were becoming clearer.
Tentia approached with her armor clanking and extended her gauntleted hand towards Naseria.
“Your Highness, you are now a prisoner of His Royal Highness the Grand Duke of Valencian. I promise you the protection and treatment befitting your position, in the name of Knight Tentia.”
Naseria smiled faintly.
“Can I call you Sir Tentia?”
“Yes, Princess.”
“I have become a prisoner of the Archduke who killed my father and fiancée.”
Tentia nodded.
“Yes, that’s what happened.”
* * *
Naseria and Valencian passed through the red foggy ring gate and entered the workshop.
“Welcome to Soletaraon.”
Valencian said with a grin.
Clearly, he was in Mecharis on the Southern Continent just a moment ago, but he moved across the continent in one step.
“Bring me the potion!”
“Unfold the sacred station! Purification comes first!”
“What kind of wicked bastard made this beautiful red armor into this mess?”
It was literally like another world there.
Priests with a cool yet hot glow ran around, healing soldiers who were shooting strange crossbows, and a man with a prosthetic leg and a monocle screamed and hugged his mechanical armor.
The knight who took her captive, Tentia, poured a full bottle of holy water over her short red hair, causing black steam to rise.
“You haven’t been here long, but the erosion has become quite strong. Princess Naseria, please take a bottle too.”
She handed me a bottle of holy water as she dried her hair with a towel.
Naseria tried to accept it absentmindedly, but Valencian snatched the bottle away in the middle.
“Your Majesty. Are you planning to melt the princess alive? Naseria must be purified by a very careful and powerful priest. Otherwise, I will end up like this.”
Tentia nodded.
“Then I will send someone to the cathedral. Would it be better to call ‘him’ to the palace?”
Valencian nodded.
“If you pretend, it’s pretend.”
Tentia put Naseria in a large black carriage.
It was a wide carriage that seemed like it could fit ten people, but only three were in it.
Naseria didn't ask where she was going or what would happen from now on.
If finding out doesn't make a difference, then there was no reason to find out.
How much time has passed?
The carriage stopped.
Valencian gave a warning just before he disembarked.
“Princess. From now on, you’d better watch your words and actions. You’re good at speaking the Imperial language, so there won’t be any problems, but you must do your best to be polite in front of him.”
It was a cold warning, without any trace of Belisarios' kindness.
Naseria nodded, feeling a twinge of excitement.
The man she had given her heart to never really existed.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Suddenly.
As we got off the carriage, a huge palace built of grayish stone came into view.
It was probably bigger than the Sultan's Palace, but not smaller.
Surrounded by dense vegetation, it seemed at first glance like one had entered a forest.
Knights in white gold armor were everywhere around the palace.
They looked at her with wary eyes.
Naseria raised her head like the ambitious princess she once was.
Valencianus and Tentia stood in front and behind her, and walked forward.
“Your Highness. Is this you?”
“Yes. Is His Majesty here?”
“You will be taken to the audience room.”
The servants opened the door.
Squeak.
Naseria finally entered the throne room of the palace of Soletaras.
I didn't know I would come here alive, so I kept an eye on him even though he was a prisoner.
The grandeur of the columns was not unlike that of the Sultan's palace in Meccaris, but the jeweled chandeliers hanging from the dark blue-painted ceiling were clearly noticeable.
It was just like the night sky.
As I walked down the long corridor and stood before the throne, a man who appeared to be the chief chamberlain shouted at the top of his voice.
“The ruler of five races, the youngest sword master in history, and the great wizard acknowledged by the ivory tower!”
“Owner of the Eternally Frozen Mountains, the Giant Desert, the Golden Octo, the Dragon Archipelago, the Steel Valley, and the Giant Forest!”
“Platinum, silver, brass, and black iron. Those who are loyal to the four knights!”
“You are the Lord of the Throne and the 47th Soletaras!”
“Bring back His Majesty the 'Divine Emperor' Jaylilith!”
chuck.
Valencian was the first to kneel.
It was a solemn gesture, even though they were twins.
Naseria hesitated for a moment, then knelt down after him.
Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again.
The noble sound of footsteps echoed as the rumored white witch entered the audience room.
“Raise your head.”