Born with two unique, never seen before skills, <Perfect Regeneration> and <Undying Soul>, life wasn’t easy for E-333.

Experiment Number 333 — E-333 for short — has been tortured and killed repeatedly for nearly his entire life as a genuine pig due to his unique skills.

His two skills, when combined, basically gave him immortality, and that caused many to believe that he was the secret to eternal life.

However, what they didn’t know was that every time E-333 dies, he would come back stronger, his hatred for this world ever-increasing.

"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..

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.

The celestial emperor of immortal beasts was reincarnated as a black snake in a desolate era which cultivators, demons and devils fought fiercely to become true immortals and have lived as long as the heavens themselves...
  In this world ruled by mortals wu yu will find a way to ascend the heavens and even transcend them, follow him on his journey as he takes back his throne as a primordial emperor.
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"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?

- ... 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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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!

"Father," Ellendise called out, bowing formally to the Count. She raised her head and smiled.
"Ellen." The Count acknowledged. He sat on his chair, resting his hands on his office table. The stacks of documents on it made it obvious that the Count was a very busy person.
Ellendise inwardly felt slight pity for her father. 
It was never a good thing to see a bunch of paperwork waiting for you to finish. When she was still Rianne, she dealt with this kind of thing. Being a mafioso's daughter was hard and her restrainer, Leslie, always ensured that she finished her work before stepping out of her office.
Many times, she wished that she could escape that life. Now that she was given a second chance, she realized that being idle was not her style. She was an ambitious person filled with pride.
"I'm sorry, Father. Did I come at a bad time?" Ellendise motioned with her eyes to the documents on the table.
"No. These things aren't that important."
Ellendise smiled. 
Using magic to enhance her vision, she was sure that she saw a subjugation about wyverns in one of those documents. That kind of thing was not important?
The Count was really funny. A subjugation that concerned the death and lives of the knights of the county wasn't important.
"Are you sure, Father? I can wait until your work is finished. I don't want to get in the way of your..."
"Ellen." The Count said, stopping her.
"Nothing is more important than my daughter."
Ellendise didn't think that the Count would say this but these words made her more convinced. 
It convinced her that the Count truly did see her as his daughter no matter what the elf priest said. While he was keeping in mind what the elf priest said, he was a good man and he truly cared for her.
'Ah...'
For a moment, Ellendise wasn't sure how to continue. No one has ever said these words to her. She never even heard these words from her own mother when she was still Rianne.
But as Ellendise, she was blessed enough to be on the receiving end of a father's affection.
Her heart felt a little warm.
"Thank you, Father." She said in a soft tone.
"Please, sit down." 
Ellendise sat down on the couch. The Count left his table and moved to the seat across her. The two of them were quiet for a few moments.
The tension from their last argument was still fresh in their minds.
Finally, it was the Count who spoke first.
"Ellen.. You must remember that everything I do is for the family. Above all else, my family comes first. That is what I promised your mother and that is what I swore infront of the Goddess Mortia." 
Ellendise nodded in understanding. "I understand, Father. I would also like to apologize for what I said before... They were words spoken in a moment of anger and confusion so please, I hope you can forget about them."
The Count looked at her, his gaze was a little desolate. "You need not apologize. I know that I have hurt you. They were necessary actions and you may even hate me for it. Ellen, what you felt was justified. Therefore, you do not need to apologize."
"It was me who I should apologize. My actions endangered your life. I almost lost my.." His expression became serious. "Ellen, you are my daughter. No matter what other people say or do, you are my flesh and blood, a child of the proud Vitron family. I promise you, I would not allow this kind of thing to happen again. I have deceived you before but believe me when I say that I only want what's best for our family."
Ellendise listened to this while hiding her emotions. She appeared to be smiling but inwardly, she felt a bit confused because the man before her was truly confusing.
But at the same time, he was a very principled person.
Ellendise decided to follow her instincts instead.
"I believe in you, Father. Father is the kind of man who wouldn't do something unreasonable. Father, rest assured, that as your daughter, I would not disgrace our family. I will live with honor and place our family first above everything else." Then she became a little serious.
"But I sincerely hope that Father would stop spying on me."
The Count crossed his arms. "Is it wrong for me to want to know what my daughter is up to?"
Ellendise laughed demurely and covered her mouth, raising her eyes. "Father, I would like it if you could respect my privacy. Even Big brother Nitense wasn't monitored like I was."
The Count shook his head. A daughter was different from a son. A daughter was an angel while the son was expected to be an heir. Naturally, he would protect and care more for his daughter.
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A romance novel gone wrong. 

She reincarnated into the body of the three year old Ellendise Ariadne Mielle Vitron, the lonely villainess of the novel, "Robin The Songbird".

The fluffy romance novel filled with sunshines and rainbows became a horror themed novel with cruel scenarios and evil villains much worse than the villainess Ellendise.

The impassive Ellendise who wanted to live a peaceful life chasing after her own happiness witnessed a man being cursed death for the first time!

The novel certainly did not have this kind of scene! 

What's even worse, she discovered the temple's most hideous secret and found herself the target of the Archduke's obsession.

"Lady Ellen is indeed amusing. You are the only woman capable of rejecting the Tower Master and the Emperor's only brother. "

"..."

Ellendise has forgotten that her character was not the only villain in the novel.

The final boss was no joke!

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"Have you ever thought of settling down, your grace?"

"No."

"As for me, I have thought about it before and I definitely will not die single in this life."

"What are you saying? You already have me."

"But you're my master. A master is different from a lover."

"Then we'll get married tomorrow. End of story."

"No..I already have someone else in mind."

"Then we'll get married today."

"..."

A fantasy based medium-burn romance between a mage and his rabbit girl.

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Reminding my readers that this book's rating is [Parents Strongly Cautioned] which means it contains content that might be disturbing and not suitable for young readers.

Read at your own discretion. 

This also includes gore, violence, abuse and explicit content due to the power struggles in the story.

The MC is a a scheming and manipulative person who does not hesitate to lie and smile for her own gains.

If this bothers you, feel free to drop the book.

There is no major misunderstandings between the characters. Face slapping is reduced to a minimum and there is no exaggerated or draggy arguments.

I only write happy endings :)

My third language is English--hoping that the Grammar Nazis would be gentle with me
Cover photo not mine. I only edited it.

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