“Do you seek my mercy? Then prove that you are someone worthy of receiving it.” 20 years old. Female. Freya was beautiful. A woman with silver-white hair that seemed to hold the moonlight, heterochromatic eyes of blue and red, and a noble presence that no one dared to meet eye-to-eye. However, those who knelt, enchanted by her beauty, soon realized the truth. The Empress of the Red Empire was a beautiful tyrant. She uprooted and destroyed the families of traitors, confiscated the wealth of nobles, and sentenced anyone who questioned the Emperor's orders to death, regardless of status. Under her rule, the empire accumulated unprecedented wealth and military power, but the streets were filled with informants, and even laughter vanished from the banquet halls of the nobility. People feared her. And Freya loved that fear.