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For BSing 

Doing only for nothing at all

"Maybe... I Am a villain for Slaughtering all of my Kin and half the world's population to become it's undisputed ruler, But songs and plays are written to please me so it won't be the history that will be known or talked about after a century or two What will be known is I, Adrian Neveri Dracule am the Immortal Vampire King who unified the world as One, ushering in the era of World Peace" were the words of Adrian Neveri Dracule, That's the Name of the legendary being, Who stands atop the food chain as the supreme creature and reining over every other sentient beings with indifference as Their Crowned Vampire King, After conquering every piece of land he could find, He decided to uncover the mysteries the world contained and looked for ways to enhance his powers furthermore As He spent most of his time in his Grand Black Castle, Studying over Alchemy, Magic, Honing his Sword Skills, Creating New artifacts, Battle tactics, gathering knowledge of everything he could get his hands-on When he spent years living in the castle and achieved perfection of everything he could, He was undeniably bored and felt empty from the bottom of his heart as he laid down in his glorious dark throne, alone, pondering over what to do next with his limitless time and so he decided to roam the world he once conquered to find answers to his heart's distress On his journey to find a purpose for to dissolve his boredom, He stumbled upon a Ruby Crested Beautiful Silver ring, that forcefully Teleported him to an Unknown world completely different to the one he once resided, Where he discovered that there were powerful beings like himself, Particularly the One called the Demon Lord, who ruled the new plane as The Sovereign Adrian walked the New Unknown Plane with an excited smile at the thought of conquering another plane and remembered the excitement he once had when he conquered his own world As he allied with the mortals in his conquest of overthrowing the Demon Lord from the position as the Sovereign of the Plane Unbeknownst to him the mortals he allied with started influencing his ideals and actions in ways he couldn't wrap his head around or understand As he became someone or something unknown to himself Maybe a Hero..

Death comes uninterrupted, thousandths of lives will be lost, and the dead remains of the deceased will be decimated.

The only way to escape death is to ascend, stepping on the path of cultuvation, and shedding one's own mortality.

Word count: 2000 - 2500 words/chapter
Release rate: 3 chapters/week

Ragnarok. A cataclysmic event that is considered as the literal end of the 'World of Man' and the 'Realm of the Gods' in Old Norse. Total mass destruction will soon ensue, befallen onto the inhabitants of Earth and the Nine Realms, as a result of Ragnarok.

The Nine Realms refer to the nine individual worlds that encompasses the branches and roots of the world tree Yggdrassil in Old Norse Mythology. 

The Nine Realms alongside other Divine Pantheons and realms would soon collapse, becoming dimensional pieces, soon to be fused with Planet Earth. The prime epic centre of it all in which Ragnarok would take place. 

With the Gaia restrictions lifted, it thereby allowed for spiritual energy, magical power, and otherwise other mystical energies to start to return back to Earth.

At the same time, animals, plants, and beasts have started to undergo the process of evolution and mutation when strongly exposed to the foreign type of mystical energies. 


Word count: 2000 - 2500 words/chapter
Release rate: 3 chapters/week

somewhere in a distant land, you could see a pair of siblings, one boy, about 5.6, and one girl about 5.3 the boy had short curly brown hair and deep crimson eyes the girl has long brown hair and light crimson eyes just like her younger brother.

Hey sis do you want to be the bad guy or the good guy," said the boy "bad guy" is all the girl said as she looks at the lowering sun "I figured you would pike that said the boy as he smiles.

come join the Adventure with these unique siblings.

"Lippe, did you just say that you love me?"

The first one to react with joy was the simple kid rather than the adults who were still reeling from their thoughts. Robert shed tears of joy, touched by his lovely sister's words. 

"I love you too! I love you the most in the world!"

Robert hugged Calliope and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Calliope, who had gotten used to this level of skinship, accepted his kiss in a natural manner. 

"Ehem, Lippe."

Lucius cleared his throat as he saw this scene. As all gazes fell on him, his eyes wandered a bit, and then he spoke in a soft voice.

"....I love you too."

Calliope's eyes widened. 

Lucius in her previous life had never said he loved her. It was assumed that even if they did not say such things to one another, they knew that they loved one another. It's not like she ever doubted Lucius's love for their family, but her heart was full after hearing it from him in person. She felt like she was going to cry with joy. 

She pressed down on her overwhelming emotions and smiled brightly. Because she didn't need to do anything else than smile to express herself. 

"Mommy loves Lippe very much. Thank you for being our daughter."

The countess spoke to her as she picked up and hugged her daughter. 

As their children spoke to one another, the stunned parents had returned to their senses. They were full of countless questions, but they put them away. 

More importantly, to their daughter who had just said words of affection for the very first time, they wanted to return those words of love. As she heard the loving words that responded to her own, Calliope's lower lip trembled. 

She had really missed them. She wanted to speak with them like this everyday. 

Even though she had gotten used to her daily life and seeing her family members, her chest still stung with emotions. 

"I love you, Lippe."

The count stroked Calliope's head as he spoke. His daughter's short hair tickled his palm. It wasn't just his hand that tickled. After thinking for a moment, the count turned to his sons. 

"….And Lus, Robel."

"Yes, Father."

Lucius and Robert answered obediently to his call. The always casually acting Robert was nowhere to be seen in his upright posture. 

The count looked at his two sons, who he had strictly raised to act in this manner. He had thought that this was right. 

A noble household, especially a knight family, often had to assume responsibility for many. The count wanted his children to grow to become responsible people. 

But there was something that was more important than that. 

"I love you two as well."

More than being responsible, he hoped that his children would be happy. But he hadn't even expressed one word of his love to them. Of course he hadn't. Because it was something so obvious, he didn't think he needed to say it. 

When Calliope said she loved them, it was only after seeing his family members that he realized. He had set out to be a strict father, but had been a callous one instead. 

Upon their father's words, Lucius and Robert froze in their positions, unable to respond or react. This was a first. Their father had said such words for the first time. They had never anticipated such words and believed there would never be such a moment again. 

Different from their reactions to Calliope's words, they awkwardly avoided their father's gaze. Robert even started sneakily walking away from the count. The count repressed his urge to smack his younger son as he noticed him sneaking away. As he did so, he felt regret and scolded his previous actions. 

How had he acted so that he would get such a reaction at his words of love. 

Robert snuck a look at his mother. Whenever there was some kind of conflict in the family, his mother was always the one who took charge to settle things down. 

But the countess pretended as if she didn't know what was going on nor did she speak up, keeping watch over the situation. 

After looking around the room for awhile, trying to make sense of the mood, Robert ended up making eye contact with his father. He immediately turned away his gaze and wiggled his fingers. 

His father's gaze was warmer than he had expected.

[I love you.]

His shock and surprise faded, to be replaced by confusion. 

He continued to fidget as he felt butterflies in his stomach. He wanted to swallow his words, but he ended up spitting them out. 

"….I love you too, Dad."

He couldn't look at his father as he spoke. His expression was as if nothing special had happened but his ears were bright red. At his son's appearance, the count smiled. 

He realized that seven years was still very young. And that perhaps his strictness might have been too extreme. His hand twitched. He wanted to pat Robert on the head but he felt awkward doing so. He had always scolded his younger son for his mischief and laziness and had never praised him for something. The count stopped hesitating and reached out, but before he could pet Robert on the head, Lucius replied. 

"I am always grateful to Father and Mother."

Well then. Those words sounded like something Lucius would say. 

But though Lucius had on his usual blank expression, his parents could see that he was actually embarrassed. 

The countess smiled cheerfully. She had thought her oldest son, who usually acted like a little adult, had lost all of his childish nature. Though she had been proud of his maturity, she had missed his cute side. 

But after Calliope was born, he began acting more like his age. 

"Mom and Dad will always love the both of you." 

Spring had passed but a spring breeze seemed to pass by. A soft, fluffy leaf sprouted in everyone's hearts. 

The countess always spoke tenderly to her sons, while the count was strict. He didn't express himself to his children, and thus his children could only act the same to him. 

Until this point, there had never been such a loving gathering in the family where they had spoken like this to one another. Though it was a little awkward, they were happy. 

Why didn't they do this earlier. They knew that everyone loved and cherished one another, and hadn't felt the need to express it in words. 

However, saying these words to each other gave the family a great feeling of happiness. To the point that just looking at each other would bring a smile to their faces.

Everyone's eyes fell on Calliope. If it weren't for her, they would never have had such a wonderful moment. 

The baby of the family brought them only joy and blessings since she had been placed in their lives. 

***

"No matter how I think about it, it's too early, right?"

The count nodded at his wife's words. 

The first words their baby girl had said had given their family such a precious moment together. It was a happy time that they as parents couldn't express in words. 

However, when thinking about this objectively. 

"At an age when she should be barely able to even say any sort of words, she was able to say a perfect sentence."

The count had a serious expression as he spoke, holding his chin. 

At that time, he wanted to respond to Calliope's loving words in kind to express his love for his daughter and to naturally move on from the event so that the other children wouldn't think of the babe's actions as strange. It was definitely not because they thought it was normal. 

"Before this, I had been so worried because she had been so quiet."

The countess spoke. They had always held worries, wondering if their daughter had some sort of condition or had an illness. The two parents had discussed and both had wanted to raise Calliope to be happy no matter what sort of body or mental condition their daughter might have. 

But now, their worries back then were nothing compared to now. No, well, of course they were happy that their daughter had shown signs of being a genius. 

It's just that the rate of learning was so quick that they worried. 

"What does Nanny think."

At the count's question, the nanny opened her mouth to answer. 

"Miss Lippe has been different from other children from the start. So I had also worried very much about the Miss's health, but…now that it appears that she acted differently because she has such an outstanding mind, I am relieved."

Animals are the same. When certain offspring have little movement nor response, they guess that those offspring will live short lives. And like their prediction, those offspring usually don't survive for long. 

Because they were afraid words would become reality, they couldn't say it out loud, but all the adults had worried that their lovely baby of the family would die early on due to poor health. 

But to learn that their daughter's different actions wasn't because she had a weak body, but because she was a genius…

'My daughter....a genius…?'

As their thoughts flowed to this point, the Rustichel couple widened their eyes in realization. 

Because of their shock and worries, they had forgotten a very important matter, that their daughter, not yet one year old, had spoken a perfect sentence. 

Which meant that their daughter was a full fledged genius. 

"Aren't there those stories of child geniuses who have been able to write poetry at the age of three. Our Lippe must be like them."

As he spoke and continued to think more about it, the count's lips turned up. 

No matter how solemn of a person he was, when the count thought about his child being a genius, his mood brightened. 

Calliope was not yet one year old, as she was born 11 months ago. But she was able to compose a perfect sentences. Thinking of the famous story of Kimsisbe, known for learning his first words at eight months and writing his first poem at three years, the count thought his daughter was more of a genius. 

"What do we do? Our Lippe is so smart. To think that when she's three, she'll be writing poems."

The countess was already imagining her daughter writing poems at the age of three. 

"Our Miss is sure to compose her first poem when she's two years old, not three."

The nanny, who should be bringing her lord and lady to their senses, was also lost in her own imagination. 

There was no one in the room to wake up the three from their idiocy. 

***

Late that night, the nanny finished her discussion with the Rustichel couple and returned to Calliope's room. The maid who had been watching over the child welcomed the nanny as she entered. 

"Is it true, Nanny-nim?"1

It was easy to tell what the maid was asking about. The nanny stopped the corners of her mouth that kept turning upwards, and acted as if she didn't understand the question.

"What do you mean?"

"That Miss Lippe spoke her first words. Anna heard that Miss actually said she was thankful that she was born. It can't be, or is it? Now that I think about it, Anna that little…she was just exaggerating, right?"

When the maid Anna had said that she had heard Calliope's first words, the others were green with envy. They had all been anticipating and guessing what the first word would be, but the answer was like so. 

No matter how much envy and admiration she wanted to receive, for Anna to exaggerate to such a point. The maid thought this as her lips bent into a frown.

"It's true."

"Huh?!"

"Not just that, she also told me that she loves me. And that she's always thankful."

The nanny spoke proudly, waiting to be acknowledged and flattered. 

But the maid was too shocked to even acknowledge that Calliope had spoken to the nanny. She was, one could say, still a beginner in the workforce. In other words, she lacked such awareness and tact due to her lack of experience. 

"Did she really say, 'Mother, Father, thank you for giving birth to me?' Those exact words? No other add-ons?"

"Even if it is so. Tone down your volume. The Miss will wake up if you keep shouting."

The nanny spoke, frowning.

She definitely didn't scold her because she felt sad that Calliope's words to her weren't acknowledged by the maid. It was because she was worried about the Miss. 

Really. 

Calliope has suffered through nature’s law and many accidents. Her family was murdered and an ongoing war ended her life, but she traveled back in time to when she was born?! While Calliope slowly grows, will she be able to figure out who killed her family and stop them in time?

By the time Shirley was busy ignoring the orders, the Central Army led by Count Ferrero was still in the defensive. 

"Sire, we can't keep this up!"

"The damage to the soldiers is severe! We need to move ahead and order the suppression!"

Officers and knights begged Count Ferrero. It was because the soldiers were falling down as well because of the constant stones coming at them. 

In addition, the people were using stolen weapons and arrows at them. 

'…'

The request of his men only irritated Ferrero further.

He thought that if the army didn't act hostile toward the people, they would avoid the battle or forceful methods. However, that didn't seem to happen. 

The people, who had seen the blood and pain because of the Central Army and the Knights of Guards led by Viscount Dick, weren't ready to calm themselves. 

"Die, you Emperor's dogs!"

"Show me how you'll kill me! You burned my sister in there. Kill me like that if you can!"

As time passed, the emotions of the people only burned brighter, leading to many intensive attacks.

"We can't let things go like that."

"That is true, Sire. We need to go ahead and give order…"

Clink!

When Count Ferrero abandoned his sword, the lieutenant's eyes that didn't understand what to think of it opened wide. 

"Sire, what did you do?"

"Shut up. Hold on tight and see!"

Ferrero got off his horse and walked toward the people. 

"Residents of Nemesis! I am the Count and Commander of the Central Army, Ferrero! Would you like to have a discussion to calm this havoc?"

"Shut up, you killers!"

"Just die, you crazed Emperor's dogs!"

Along with the swearing, the stones were all diverted on Ferrero. 

The knights, who saw that, were ready to attack the people. However, on the gesture of Count Ferrero, they stopped. 

"I know the feelings that you have in your heart, but all this will only make things worse!"

Ferrero continued to move closer to the people to persuade them. 

He took off his helmet and armor then he threw it to the ground. 

Even in the midst of that, the stones continued to fall. However, Ferrero didn't try to avoid or protect himself. 

It was natural for that act to cause bruises all over his face and body. Blood began to come out of his scars. 

Puck!

'Kuak!

"Commander!"

It wasn't long before an arrow struck the left side of his face. 

Despite the anger and shock of his knights, Ferrero hadn't ordered any of them to move. 

He casually pulled out the arrow and continued to move forward with his arms wide open. 

"If you want to release your anger, go ahead and release it all on me! This is my responsibility for misrepresenting His Majesty!"

The crowd was stunned and the stones began to fade. 

The bloody appearance of Count Ferrero seemed to be like a holy figure; a reminiscent to a martyr who was trying to show his faith when being persecuted. 

Sometime later, the stones stopped, and Ferrero stood right in front of the people.

As the people took a step back, Ferrero knelt down with both of his knees and bowed his head to them. 

At that sight, the Central Army and all of the people were at a loss of words. 

Count Ferrero. They knew about him. The best man in the Baroque Empire. Someone who would never even kneel in front of the Emperor himself. 

If he wanted to, he could have killed all of the people there by himself, but why would such a man endure such humiliation and wounds?

As the silence went on for a long time, a young man yelled from the crowd. 

"Just because you're doing that, everything will be solved! My dead brother isn't going to come back!"

"Your words are right. I haven't saved innocent patients. Acting cowardly, I let it happen. And that insidious act let to today's result."

Ferrero raised his head. 

Blood was flowing from the arrows which struck him a moment ago. 

"However, I will not act cowardly from now on. I promise to run to His Majesty right away and unblock the streets to the north and release any remaining survivors, so trust me this once and hold onto your emotions. Preserve your comfort."

Preserve one's comfort. 

In other words, he was asking people to stop the riots and go back. 

If things go on at this rate, the patience in the people would reach its limit and the same for the knights too. Also, the ones at a disadvantage would be the people. 

No one in the public was stupid enough to not realize what he meant. 

And there was no one brave enough to ignore Count Ferrero's personal request—a man who had abandoned his armor for them.

"Tch, I will believe the count and go back."

"Please, save my family!"

One after the other, people began to put down the stones and voluntarily let go off their weapons. 

The young man, who spoke out first, remained till the end and spoke with a voice full of hatred, "I believe the Count, but I will never get myself to believe that mad Emperor."

"…"

"It would have been better if you could stand on our side and fight."

The young man, who spoke his words, stepped back and left. 

After hearing the young man's grief, Ferrero felt bitter. 

It wasn't like the thought of fighting for the people hadn't crossed his mind. 

However, he didn't want to be declared a traitor.

And since he had respect for the Emperor, the strongest knight in the continent, he wanted to bring the Emperor back to the right path. 

'Maybe I walked too far to change this back, but…'

He had already promised the people, and he planned to keep his promise. 

Thinking so, Ferrero moved in the direction of the Imperial Palace. 


"What is it, Count Ferrero?"

Emperor Rudolf had been receiving the reports for the messengers while staying in the Imperial Palace. He looked at Count Ferrero who had come to meet him. 

He didn't like meeting the commander of the Central Army, who was supposed to be subjugating the riots, but ended up getting beaten all over. 

Whether the Emperor was pleased or not for seeing him there, Ferrero begged him. 

"My Majesty, it's not too late. Lift the blocked streets to the north and save those who survived."

"That is impossible. You also know that there is no other way to get rid of the epidemic, right?"

"If we look hard enough, there will surely be another way, so ple…"

Kwang! 

The Emperor pushed his sword into the marble floor to cut off Ferrero's words. 

With a fierce gaze, Rudolf sternly spoke to him, "You have been objecting to the spread of Vers from the beginning, right?"

"Yes. I thought that if anything went terribly wrong then…"

"So now you are dissatisfied and determined to stand on Reichard's side?"

At the words of the Emperor, Ferrero couldn't comprehend. 

"W-what are you talking about?"

"Wasn't it because of your feelings towards him that you sneaked Vers inside and used it on the capital... to destroy me and my army."

Ferrero's voice rose because of the height of misunderstandings that took place in a second.

"I never even had such thought, Your Majesty! I would never betray Your Majesty and this nation!"

"And such a person would kneel down in front of everyone!"

At Rudolf's words, Ferrero realized that an Emperor's man was keeping a watch on him. 

If not, then did a messenger reached Rudolf before he even left the barracks? 

"Your Majesty, it was to dismiss the people from…"

"I don't want to hear any more of it! What are you doing? Get him out of here and lock him up in the prison!"

The knights around the Emperor surrounded Ferrero. 

"Majesty, please listen to my words! Uh! Let go, you men!"

Ferrero tried to get rid of the knights, but all the knights, including Kurian, were Sword Masters. 

Unlike Ferrero, who wouldn't pull out his sword in the room, they pulled out their swords without a hitch and pointed at Ferrero's limbs. 

"Keuk! Your, Your Majesty! You must not abandon the people of the capital! If they lose their reasoning, the nation will… Auk!"

"Drag him out quickly!"

The knights dragged out Ferrero, whose limbs had been removed, out of the throne room. 

At that time, Marquis Vanden, who was in the room, spoke to Rudolf to strengthen his ties, "Your Majesty, do you really think that Count Ferrero has released the Vers?"

It was right to sternly oppose. 

However, Count Ferrero had no social network in the Imperial Palace. 

In addition, since the Emperor himself had planned everything for the operation, the likelihood of Ferrero to intercept the disease and spread it was extremely low. 

"I don't think Ferrero did it."

"Then why di…?"

The Emperor answered Vanden who was puzzled. 

"In terms of being valiant, Ferrero is the best in the Empire. But as stubborn as he is, I too had the same level of stubbornness."

Rudolf, who had already experienced rebellion from his nobles, thought that he should put his servants on a tight leash. 

Of course, he did give them some opportunities to disagree. However, it was absolutely unacceptable to disregard those who didn't care about the Emperor's name.

"There is no way to know when such a man would betray our men. I had to use my hands in this opportunity that had presented itself."

Rudolf answered Vanden with a sad expression. 

"But Count Ferrero is a talented man. There are surely many talented knights below Your Majesty, but I think that it would be a huge loss to execute a Sword Master who is experienced in war."

"You are right. With the Libiya Kingdom and Symphonia, it is a pity to get rid of thrilling fighters. However, Ferrero needs to be broken first."

Whether in jail or in exile, Rudolf was planning to make Ferrero miserable. 

He wanted to show who was the law and whose words were orders in his Empire.

"Marquis Vanden, keep this in mind. How you behave in the future will determine your life."

At Rudolf's warning, Vanden nodded his head. 

He was anxious inside. It was because the Emperor knew that Vanden was a man who had already betrayed Butler in the past. 

However, without letting his anxiousness take over, he wanted to follow the Emperor. 

He wanted to go ahead and quickly destroy the Libiya Kingdom and restore the Emperor's trust by slashing Butler's throat.

Shaymon, the man who has achieved the apex of dark magic, is framed as being a Demon King and is killed.

'I will not let it end like this!'

He finally achieves new life but reality was cruel. Being born after 500 years, he was born as the descendent of his rival, the Sword Emperor!

- ... Juliet Montagu! - Princess Priscilla shouted sharply.

Her face, at that moment, became brightly red with humiliation.

- Yeah, how dare you talk to me so arrogantly? Do you really believe that Duke Carlisle is so attached to you that he will turn a blind eye to your cheeky behavior?

- Yes.

- Ch... What did you say?

- Yes, that's right. I believe the Duke will turn a blind eye to it, so I'll act as I think it is necessary. - Juliet said with a charming smile on her lips, but her gaze remained cold.

Priscilla was shocked by her words. This was the first time a princess was so insulted and humiliated in crowded.

- Juliet Montagu! Even if you don't care about someone's favor, there are still boundaries that you shouldn't cross...!

Juliet did not respond as Priscilla expected, who enjoyed humiliating Duke Carlyle's mistresses.

But Juliet's words were not impressed at all, she remained completely calm and the expression of her face did not change at all throughout the conversation.

- I don't understand what you mean. I just answered the princess's courtesy.

- Yes, how dare you...!

Priscilla stared furiously at Juliet. She realized that her own tricks turned against her, but still did not want to accept the same disrespect.

- ... You'll pay for it!

Priscilla realized that this time she lost, so all she had to do in this situation was retreat.

- P-Princess!

Some ladies, not knowing how to react, rushed after Priscilla. Juliet watched their retracting backs, completely relaxed.

The reason for Priscilla's slight defeat was simple.

All Lennox Carlisle's previous mistresses were of low status and remained ignorant about the social rules of conduct. Frightened by Priscilla's high status, they had no choice but to run back to the Duke and complain. Or, worried that they might lose his affection, they remained silent.

None of these cases were applicable to Juliet.

"I thought she'd grab my hair."

"If she had done it, I'd answer her the same thing... but it all ended unexpectedly peacefully."

Juliet looked around. The remaining audience, struck by what had happened, turned away whenever her eyes met their eyes.

- Hmm! - She coughed slightly, and soon they broke up.

Juliet smiled widely, looking after their moving figures.

To tell the truth, people could mock and laugh at the Duke's mistresses as much as they wanted, because Lennox Carlisle was completely indifferent to them. In other words, it meant that Juliet could behave in society as she wanted, and he wouldn't blink his eye.

No one wanted to turn the Duke into their enemy, unless that man was too stupid.

But as it turned out, there was soon such a man.

It happened when Juliet was leaving the temple. A man waiting outside in the hallway furiously grabbed Juliet by the wrist.

- I heard that Duke Carlisle has a vulgar taste. And looking at you, I can now understand what these words meant.

Hearing his sarcastic comment, Juliet tried to free her hand from his grip, but could not, so she only measured him with a cold look.

- I don't understand what you're talking about, Count Caspera.

It was Count Casper, Princess Priscilla's fiancé.

- Ha! Maybe you want to find some excuse? - The Count asked, leaning closer to her. - Don't bother yourself. I've heard everything before.

What... What is he talking about?

There weren't as many visitors in the corridor as in the temple itself. But Count Caspera, noticing several people around him, lowered his voice and whispered:

- Tell me, what secret magic trick are you using?

Juliet was very surprised to hear his question. She's heard something vague about heretics before.

- There's no secret," Juliet said sighing quietly.

She's already guessing what the rumors are.

- Did you lure the Duke into a trap? Yeah?

He talked about vicious black magic.

Juliet frowned. The feeling of his finger stroking her wrist was disgusting.

- Or it's... Are your skillful actions with another part of his body?

Juliet easily read an open desire in Count Caspera's cloudy eyes.

She wasn't even surprised by it. This has happened to her several times in the North. Although it was a long time ago, everything was much more serious then than it is now. There were also men who looked at her frankly and lustfully.

"But what happened to them in the end?"

Juliet, suddenly thinking about this question, looked at the count in front of her. If you think about it, she didn't remember ever seeing men who dared to get closer to her.

- You think you're a real Duchess, don't you?

While Juliet's thoughts were wandering, the count seemed to dare even more. He must have thought she was scared.

- You must already understand what I'm talking about. Lennox Carlisle isn't that decent, so you'll be over when the Duke changes his mind. You know that, don't you?

- Oh, that's how you finally showed your true intentions.

Juliet raised her head.

- You ask me if I thought I'd ever become the Duke's wife?

Even thinking about it seemed strange to her. It was easier for her to understand, Princess Priscilla, than to think about it, because her desires were transparent and simple.

However, people like the princess who wanted to humiliate her were not close enough to her to have a personal dislike for her. And since they were afraid and despised Lennox Carlisle, they had no choice but to resort to bullying Juliet.

Duke Carlisle was scary, so it was easier to torture a helpless woman.

"Damn panties."

Juliet laughed at them deep down. They lacked the courage to ridicule Duke Carlyle directly, so they directed their anger at an easier target.

It seems that this count was also not delighted with the Duke of Carlisle as much as the others.

- And what are you going to do? Are you going to cry to the Duke? Huh? - Count Caspera noticed mockingly, although he seemed to know she wouldn't do it.

Juliet looked at him and asked:

- Count, are you jealous?

- What are you talking about?

- Oh, I'm so sorry. To the best of my knowledge, His Highness the Duke is not interested in people of the same sex as him.

- What are you doing...

Count Casper didn't immediately understand Juliet's words and just blinked stupidly.

- But if you're all counting on something, you'll have to sweat," Juliet looked him head to toe.

Only then did Caspera's face blush.

- Oh, my God, you're a crazy bitch...! - Count Casper cried out and already raised his hand to hit Juliet on the cheek when something unexpected happened.

People who watched what was happening from afar were confused by the events taking place. All they saw was the scene when the Count Caspera raised his hand furiously against Juliet Montagu.

However, a blue butterfly was flying in the air from this couple, but few people here paid attention to it.

And the next moment...

- Kuke!

With a loud sound, the Count Casper fell to the floor.

People couldn't believe what had just happened before their eyes.

Juliet, who was closest to him, came first to the Earl of Casper.

- Oh, Count? - Juliet asked in surprise.

At that moment, she looked like the most vulnerable and innocent creature in the world. Everyone saw that she didn't even touch the count with her finger.

It was obvious that the Count of Casper fell on his own.

- Oh, my God, are you okay? - Juliet kindly extended her hand to Count Casper.

From the outside, her gesture was like help, but...

- Aeuuuk!

With a frightened expression, the Count Caspera tried to crawl back. Juliet followed him with an indifferent expression on her face, as if she was going to help him rise, but when she caught up with him, she grabbed Count Casper by the breasts and leaned over.

- Count Casper," whispered her red lips in the man's ear, but so quiet that they wouldn't be heard by yawners. - Shut up and listen. If I were a count, I'd keep an eye on my tongue.

Despite the fact that Juliet's heel was soaking into the Count's right hand, he seemed too scared and shocked by what happened, so he even noticed it.

In fact, the Count didn't even understand what had happened to him. He was just trying to teach this bitch a lesson in good manners.

But suddenly a blue butterfly appeared and touched his forehead.

And, and...

Aghhhh.

The count had a hard time suppressing the moan. A few minutes ago, she ordered him to close his mouth, and he still couldn't talk because he was shaking with fear.

As soon as the bizarre blue butterfly touched the Count's forehead, the image of the most terrible and huge creature he could imagine arose from nowhere in his head.

- It's over this time, you understand that, don't you? But if you meet this "crazy bitch" next time and...

Saying this phrase, Juliet smiled coldly.

- ... Distrust her, you can become a man who jumps off the roof in the middle of the night, performing a magic trick.

“Your Grace, there’s something I’d really like for my birthday.”

“What is it?”

“Will you promise to listen?”

Then the man blatantly laughed.

But who would point out his arrogance – a young Northern Duke who’s not even afraid of the Emperor? He could even get a throne if he wished for it.

But it was just a sweet lover’s birthday wish.

“Alright. I swear.”

So, Juliet spoke lightly,

“Please break up with me. I don’t love you anymore.”

A fiancé just for show. A succession of meaningless nights.

Now is the time to end seven years of unrequited love.

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The day of the National Assembly right after the tea party. 
The young Count was feeling an unprecedented tension in life. 
'Is what I'm going to do right?' 
But I was curious to step forward in front of young count, and I couldn't stop asking if I could. 
Moreover, he had included other noble friends who would support him. As a young man with less than a year of experience, he couldn't present the agenda alone at the state affairs meeting. 
'Yeah, so many young aristocrats suggest in one voice what's going on.' 
The young Count was not there at the time of Clexton's dismissal, so he was unaware of the reason for his dismissal. 
Had Clexton known exactly why he was stubborn, no matter how much women had moved their backs, he would never have come forward. 
'And it's a good enough agenda to come up to the National Assembly. Such a vicious, empty-headed woman is the Empress. That's ridiculous. Rather, the queen's highness suits the position.' 
Robelia, when I thought of that evil woman, my heart was boiling. 
It is ridiculous to bring tears to the eyes of the Queen, who persecuted the Queen and dared to be sublime and orphaned. As a young man who thinks of the country, he could never sit still. 
The young Count admired himself for his patriotism and loyalty. 
"I will start the 137th National Assembly." 
The meeting began with the words of the secretary. 
The Count felt instinctively that the time had come for him. 
"Your Majesty the Respectful Emperor. I would like to say something before the full-scale meeting begins." 
"What's going on, Count Drape?" 
His uncle and mentor, Marquis Jaco, asked embarrassedly at the unexpected remarks. 
"Didn't you always ask me to get confirmation before you came up with an agenda, count!" 
But the young count was firm. 
'I have to take this opportunity to show clearly that I am not a child who always follows my uncle's opinion.' 
He didn't even look toward his uncle, looking only straight ahead. 
Since all the nobles were standing, I saw the black crown of Alexander sitting and reading the papers. 
"I have an agenda for our seven young nobles to propose as the subject of this conference. It is about Her Majesty robelia." 
"We will share the report we have investigated with all the female employees." 
"Count Drap! When the hell is this... How can you prepare for this without a word from your uncle?" 
The embarrassed Marquis of Jaco tried to block the Count's remarks, but such actions only incited repulsion. 
"No, Marquis Jaco. Stay still." 
A low but far-flung voice shook the conference hall. 
"This is interesting. It is an agenda for public debate and punishment for the empress's atrocities." 
It was the emperor. As he lifted his head, the golden eyes flashed. Even the Count, who was full of strength and courage, looked stinging and intense. 
"Is this really your opinion, young nobles?" 
"Yes, that's right." 
"I see. Let's keep going." 
Alexander's mouth, saying so, was slightly curled up, and the Count interpreted it as a positive meaning. 
'Your Majesty is interested in our opinion. It's a good sign.' 
The Count, who thought so, got a little courage. 
'I am at the bottom of the seat now, but I might be able to get my ability and wisdom recognized for this incident! Then I can be as good as my uncle.' 
He coughed and opened his mouth. 
"Yes, then, let me tell you, according to our research....." 
The count announced the atrocities of Robelia that he had been investigating. In particular, the focus was on assaulting the Marquis Wilhelm, which was the most controversial in society, and entrusting the inside affairs of the palace to outsiders. 
"Huh, that......" 
"Young people these days....." 
The old guards muttered with confused faces, but the Count didn't take it to heart. It was obvious that they were typical old generations like my uncle anyway. 
On the other hand, the emperor is a young man like himself. It is also a person who cares for queen Aisha more than anyone else, so his opinion will be different from other old vassals. 
'For that proof, His Majesty was laughing throughout my presentation. You must have considered my presentation meaningful.' 
As he felt, there was a light laugh all over Alexander's face. 
After reading the report at a rapid pace, he was looking straight at himself. It's a sign that he's concentrating on his presentation. 
".....It's a prize." 
After finishing the presentation, he bowed. 
The conference hall was quiet. Nobody clapped their hands. 
However, the old guards looked at each other with faces that couldn't be helped, and my uncle, Marquis Jaco, was looking at the emperor's eyes with a pale face like a sheet of paper. 
The low voice broke the silence. 
"Good job on your presentation, Count Drape." 
It was Alexander. 
"You said this was your opinion. Are you sure no one else's breath was included in the opinion?" 
My heart was filled with wonder if I would be praised. The count drew a line with his uncle as if he had waited. 
"Yes, it is. This is only what I and six of my close friends have investigated and prepared together." 
"That's fortunate." 
"Haha, I'm like that...." 
"The fact that there are only seven stupid guys in this place." 
what? The count immediately doubted his ears. 
With the sound of pulling the chair, Alexander got up from his seat. 
Even though it was so far away, the size and pressure were enormous, so the Count almost stepped back. 
It wasn't just that. A pair of gold-an resembling a wild beast touched him. The Count shuddered without knowing it. 
"The Empress assaulted the Marquis Wilhelm in a public place. Have you thought about why the Empress did such a thing?" 
"Yes? Oh, no.... That's... " 
Terrified by the rapidly changing atmosphere, the Count rolled his head desperately. 
However, no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't tell why Robelia did it. The Marquis Wilhelm's reputation among male nobles was not bad. 
"Secretary." 
"yes." 
When Alexander called, secretary Robert brought him a pile of documents that he had quickened. Alexander sprinkled it as if tossing it. 
"If your head isn't attached as a decoration, read it. All the lords." 
Countlessly picked up the papers and read them. According to what is written on the document.... 
'Marquis Wilhelm's military material leak and tax embezzlement charges?!' 
It wasn't just the Count who was shocked. 
"What did Marquis Wilhelm do?" 
"But this evidence is perfect. Huh.... Marquis Wilhelm, I didn't know that he was...." 
Each participant at the conference was shocked to read the papers that Alexander had sown. 
It was surprising, but Alexander's evidence was so perfect that I couldn't help believing it. 
"The Marquis was about to flee to the Rutican Kingdom. The Empress knew this in advance and made her own efforts to prevent the Marquis Wilhelm from escaping. even with the expense of fading her own reputation." 
"No, that's the meaning of Her Majesty's actions.....!" 
"That was an amazing idea." 
No one doubted Alexander's words. Originally, the scariest thing is to mix some lies with the truth. 
"I didn't know that her Majesty had done such a thing with such a deep will." 
"Her Majesty would not have known that such an act in public would do a great harm to her reputation." 
"What a noble sacrifice is this? Her Majesty, who considered the security of the country rather than personal fame, is truly a patriot." 
The vassals admired with one voice. 
Meanwhile, the Count's head was all white. 
'What, the empress's actions meant that? Well, then the things that I announced.......' 
But he could not back down. If he does, he'll be done today! 
The count hung on another agenda. 
"Wel... how about hiring an outsider for the palace's internal affairs? This is a huge outflow of state coffers, a breach of duty as an empress!" 
Alexander smirked. But in the count's eyes, his laughter no longer seemed hopeful. 
"You know what the palace was like when Queen Aisha was in charge of the interior affairs of the palace, right?" 
"I've prepared some information about her, so open your eyes and watch." 
Alexander threw another document. It didn't seem to have given much strength, but the papers flew away and fell in front of the Count. 
"The Empress realized then. How unreasonable it is for only one or two people to manage the affairs of the palace. Outside the palace, a number of ministers and deputy ministers share their duties, but the current interior of the palace prevents the empress from doing business. It is a dangerous situation where the entire work is paralyzed." 
"The only way to break this situation right now is to use the power of outsiders. The Empress foresaw such an emergency and prepared a preventive measure. Do customs matter to you? Is it important to come up with safety measures to ensure that the palace's internal operations run smoothly at any time?" 
"tha, that's....." 
I couldn't keep my mouth shut. My throat was suffocated as if I had blocked up with something big. 
The count felt his eyes turning yellow. 
"Now the problem is one." 
The count saw Alexander walking toward this side. The overwhelming atmosphere, which grew every step he took, weighed down on him. 
"The question of how to deal with these seven idiots who defamed the empress with their tongue without knowing what's going on." 
"your, Your Majesty!" 
The Marquis Jaco hurriedly stood before the emperor. 
"This is something that happened due to my lack of education. I will teach him about the laws of the court, so please forgive him for his young age and blood... Ugh!" 
With one gesture of Alexander, the Marquis fell too easily. 
"I can't take the blame of a young man who passed the terms and conditions and held an adult ceremony as a young man. He is old enough to take responsibility for his words and actions. Isn't it?" 
At some point, his enormous shade fell over the Count's head. 
The teeth cracked and my body trembled. It seemed as if the sky was spinning. 
"Your, your, your majesty. Please forgive me..." 
"You seem to have no intention of taking responsibility for your words anyway." 
Alexander said disappointedly. 
"A word can save and kill people. Do you think anyone who doesn't know its weight needs to have something so dangerous?" 
An instinctive fear that cannot be controlled by reason. It was as if I was facing a huge beast. 
Tears and sweat trickled down the side face. Neither honor nor courtesy was important anymore. The count tightened his head on the floor. 
"ple, please forgive me! If you forgive me once..... again.....!" 
"The Knights Commander." 
"yes." 
However, Alexander did not pretend to hear the Count's words of dire forgiveness. He said in a harsh voice. 
"Drag and cut Count Drape's useless tongue." 
"I accept your request." 
Those lowly and grim words were like a bleak power to the Count. 
"Ahhhhhhhhh! Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Please forgive me! Please forgive me..... Nagh!" 
A rough grasp gripped the count by the collar. Without mercy, the count was dragged out of the meeting in a miserable way. 
"And I order all the 7 members who participated in this job to be sentenced to jail. The period..... hmm, let's think slowly." 
"yes." 
Young nobles were dragged out by the knights. 
Meanwhile, the vassals couldn't even cheep. There was an uncomfortable and heavy silence in the conference hall. 
As the knights left, said Alexander, who seemed to have had nothing to do with him, returned to the top seat. 
"What are you doing? Let the meeting continue." 
There was a delicate smile on his face who said so.

In the novel of Rofan, she was in possession of the Empress. 
Isn't that good? The problem is that the empress was pushed by a crafty queen, beaten by the emperor, and eventually died of disease. 
I could not die waiting for my master to arrive in the freezing cold like the original Empress. I need to be a villain to get divorced. 
She was so extravagant, talked to others and bullied her husband. 
But the more I act tough, the more obsessed you are, Are you perv?!

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SORRY GUYS’ ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE AND I’M NOT FLUENT AT IT, EITHER CHINESE OR KOREAN. BASICALLY I USED GOOGLE TRANSLATION FOR ALL OF MY TRANSLATED.  THEREFORE PLEASE FORGIVE MY MISTAKES AND MY GRAMMAR. MY GRAMMAR IS HORRIBLE, I RECEIVED SOME MANY COMPLAINTS AND I CAN’T HELP IT SINCE I’M STILL LEARNING AND PRACTICING MY ENGLISH. I WROTE THIS NOVEL RELYING ON 20% OF MY ENGLISH SKILLS AND ALSO 80% ON GOOGLE TRANSLATE. IF YOU HAVE A GRAMMAR COMPLEX, I ADVISE YOU NOT TO READ MY NOVELS. THANK YOU

Love is not always there when you want it. It is not always rainbows and butterflies, not always going to be convenient, or easy, or practical. But when you find it, you have to fight for it, because if you don't you risk losing everything.

When Count Vladimir announced her name, Princess Kathleen felt that her world crumbled to pieces. Her mind that keep on replaying the time when she met Prince Kael in the garden and their midnight talk for the whole week, and now she finally realize that she has fall in love with the mysterious prince.

But it's too late for her now, she will soon marry the devil, she didn't even get the chance to tell him about her feelings. Kathleen wanted to cry for her fate, but she know very well that it won't change anything, it has been decided. Her love story has ended before it even get a chance to bloom.

Kathleen take a deep sigh, calming herself and trying to be brave for the people she love and for the kingdom. She look around to see everyone's faces, some if them look shocked, some were sad, her family especially her grandmother has started to cry again. Her sisters were embracing her tightly as if they don't want to let her go. 

The king and queen were look pale, they couldn't even uttered a word. King Lionel was still in shocked, he couldn't find a word for his daughter Princess Kathleen. He knew that one of his daughters will be chosen but it still surprised him. His daughter Kathleen is the prettiest amongst the princesses, as well as well verse in knowledge and etiquette. He wanted to let Kathleen marry to a crown prince of a strong kingdom, and that will be Prince Henry as he has made a verbal promise to the young prince. But now, King Lionel was speechless with the situation.

"Count Vladimir, please reconsider the choice, my daughter Kathleen is now engaged with another prince, it would be rude for me to take back my words" begging the king to the vampire Count.

"oh my, don't you think you will be rude to my young master by taking back your words from our agreement, King Lionel?" the Count answered with a question.

"I'm very sorry, but a verbal words were made a fews days ago, and only today your side decided to make my daughter Kathleen's as thr bride" said King Lionel.

"I guess that the verbal agreement between you and the other prince were made after the banquet celebration since that is the only time the prince and princess can see eye to eye, did I guess it right?" the Count asked again.

"That is correct Count Vladimir. Which mean Princess Kathleen is no more eligible to be the bride's candidate the next day after the celebration" said the king. King Lionel hopes that the bride can be change for he couldn't afford to offend such a strong kingdom as the Volkenshire Kingdom. Though sending off one of his daughter for the devil sadden him, he don't want to add more trouble by offending Prince Henry.

"I'm afraid I can't help you with your problem, your majesty. You see, my master has made his choice on the day of the banquet, and your lovely daughter has accepted it" the Count said it while turning his malice gaze to Princess Kathleen.

"I didn't remember receiving any proposal, far from accepting anything from the devil" said Kathleen confused.

"Allow me to enlighten you, princess. Do still remember the black rose in your bedroom? That was the Devil's mark" smiling slyly, the Count look straight to her eyes. 
"The bride has been decided way earlier than any proposal from another prince" added the Count.

King Lionel lose his words. Princess Kathleen couldn't believe her ears. All this time, she thought the mysterious black roses were from Prince Kael because the first black rose she received was on the night of when Prince Kael visit her. Thinking that it was a special gift from the prince, Kathleen was blooming with happiness for the whole week that she looks forward to receive a rose every night. 

But when she think about it, she didn't see the prince left the roses personally, and she didn't even see Prince Kael after that one night. Kathleen scolded herself for being so stupid by growing her foolish hope of love for the prince.

"Now, enough with the talk and tears, we don't want to let my master wait any longer. Shall we, princess?" said Count Vladimir raising his hand inviting the young princess to escort her out of the palace.

Devastated, Princess Kathleen raise her hand and hold on to the Count's. His presence was intimidating that she was sweated cold sweats. Count Vladimir lead her to the main door of the palace.

Her family and all the people in the palace send her with tears and wish for her safety. Kathleen walks with heavy heart, she was never ready to let go her life, but this has to be done. She smile sadly and wave everyone goodbye. Kathleen bowed respectfully to her parents and grandmother, and then to her sister.

Count Vladimir on the other hand, rolled his eyes to the scene surrounded them. "It seems like they were sending you out as if you were dying, princess". Kathleen could not rebuts to his remarks. Her feelings right now really as if she was dying.

She took a small steps in a slow pace hoping to drag more time but the man who was escorting her keep his steady pace that forcing her to fastens her pace. The double main door look closer in every steps.

'Once I step inside the carriage, it will be the end of me' she said to herself. Her beautiful wedding gown and the diamond tiara on top of her hair couldn't give any help in making her feel better. Instead, she feel miserable and sad to her own life.

"Don't make yourself cry Princess Kathleen, or your will scare away your future husband" snickered Count Vladimir right when she lift her left leg to step inside the carriage. She rolled her eyes when she hears his words.

"I wonder if there is anything in this world that can make the devil scare, I would love to try" she replied, trying to be brave. Moreover, what else can she lose now? her whole life will soon be in the devil's hand. 

Count Vladimir chuckled to her replied. 
"You are one very interesting daredevil person, princess" he said while stepping inside the carriage and closed the door.

"I don't know whether to be flattered or offended" said Kathleen to the Count's words.

"Let's just go with flattered" he said while giving off his signature smile.

They stop talking when the carriage started to move. Kathleen couldn't see clearly outside for the carriage glass windows were in dark shade, but she still wave her hand to her family hoping that they could see her.

The carriage was large in full black color, pulled by two huge strong werewolves. Another two were guarding from each side of the carriage, while another two behind. Even if Kathleen want try to escape, she will be caught  back in a second.

They drove passed the town and straight to the Dark Forest. Once they entered the forest, a group of 6 werewolves joined the procession with a loud howls, as if informing the whole forest about their arrival.

"Scare?" asked the Count who had been sitting silently in front of her.

Nodding her head, she asked "why did another group came and why did they howls nonstop like that?"

"Of course it is because they were celebrating this happy occasion, it will be very rude of us if we didn't welcome you properly, your highness" 

"They didn't sound happy to me"

"What, do you prefer trumpets and drums instead?"

"No"

"Get used to it, princess"

She looked outside and she saw the Black Castle standing tall not far from where they were right now. 'My life will be over soon' she said inside.

Hundreds of red eyes can be seen outside, in the darkness of the forest and it scares her, she close the curtain and fixed her eyes to her fingers, counting for how much longer she will be alive in this world.

Remembering to what had been discussed by her father and the ministers, that the bride can only give birth to one child only, she hope that she can beg the devil to let her go once she successfully give the devil a child.

Bracing herself, she inhale a deep breath and let go when the carriage stop moving. Count Vladimir help her out of the carriage carefully, not to trip on her dress.

The Count bowed and followed by a group of people who had lined up in two line, making a way on the red carpet to the main entrance of the palace, when he said,
"Welcome to the Black Palace, Princess Kathleen"

The Hemsford empire, a kingdom ruled by King Lionel Rosenberg. A long time ago, the royal ancestor of Rosenberg, made a blood contract with the devils a century ago by offering a princess to be the devil's bride for every 100 years, in exchange for the safety of the kingdom's citizens from the dark creatures. A century passed, it's time for another bride to be selected.

A lowly child beggar, a noble prince, a monster viewed as the enemy of the entire world. If you possess all three identities at the same time, which identity would you choose to help you earn a better ending?
Thales did not have the answer.
He only knew that he came to a different and magnificent world, and he had to face a future that was as difficult to handle as a nightmare. The glorious Empire had already been destroyed for one thousand years, the dying royal family suffered many problems, the legendary sacred battle had plenty of conspiracies, the divided world was in chaos.
But Thales had nothing. 
The only thing he had left was an unswerving determination to preserve his own identity, bravery which would allow him to survive in a perilous situation, and a belief that he would never submit to principles he did not believe.
“A King does not gain respect by virtue of his bloodline. The bloodline's glory rests on the deeds of the King.”
Darkness will baptize light. Fire will create true steel. The forbidden prince’s story starts here.

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