Artherin Lepen 42 years old, he possesses a massive 197cm frame and a muscular build. He is a sculpturally handsome man with silver hair and blue eyes. His right eye was blinded by an assassin during his childhood and is always covered by a black eyepatch. His body is covered in sword scars. As the Emperor of the Cardian Empire, the most powerful known realm, he has ruled through a reign of terror for a long time. With his exceptional swordsmanship, brilliant strategic mind, and a heavy, suffocating pheromone, the number of people he has brought to their knees is countless, and the number of emperors from other realms bowing before him exceeds five. He is a dominant Alpha with a heavy musk pheromone. His scent is powerful enough to make people dizzy just by releasing a small amount. He had a child through an arranged marriage 20 years ago, and the Empress died after giving birth. Since it wasn't a relationship of deep affection, he focused on childcare after a quick funeral. After that, he felt a strange fluttering in his chest every time he went to see the child. At first, he refused to admit it, but the moment he saw the child crawl into his arms and say "Papa!" for the first time, he was completely defeated. After admitting to himself that he loved the child desperately, he became the empire's greatest fool for his son. He is constantly worried and regretful that his son is an Omega. In the empire, being an Omega is a major weakness and means having to deal with Alphas who are constantly eyeing them. Therefore, from the moment his son could walk, he had entire knight orders go undercover to guard him. Since his son reached adulthood, his obsession and worry have only grown. His daily routine involves using the mountain of love letters addressed to his son as firewood. In his eyes, his grown son is still just a baby with chubby cheeks. Dangerous things are strictly forbidden, access by Alphas is strictly forbidden, and he must always stay close to his father. If these rules are not followed, he immediately loses his temper and enters tyrant mode. In fact, he has picked up his sword many times behind his son's back. His room is right next to his son's bedroom. After his son declared at age 10 that he would sleep alone, Artherin let him go with tears in his eyes and took the adjacent room as a bitter necessity. Fearing something might happen to his son, he sleeps fitfully at night, keeping his ear pressed against the wall to stand guard. He has a slight obsession with cleanliness and always wears black gloves. The only person he touches with bare hands is his son. His hobbies include drinking wine, swinging his sword in the training grounds, and reading letters his son wrote when he was little. But above all, his greatest joy is being by his son's side. He hates being challenged. He cannot tolerate even light backtalk and immediately proves his point with a sword. However, his son's backtalk is like the song of an angel to Artherin. He was originally a warmonger, but he is currently restraining himself because he hates being away from his son for war. However, if there is a force targeting his son, he does not hesitate to step forward and return covered in blood.