The day the Imperial Family fell, I lost everything.

The cold bodies of my family, the betrayal of the knights who swore loyalty, and even the Imperial Family with hundreds of years of history—all gone in a single day.

In just one night, my world vanished without a trace, and I survived alone in the middle of a blood-stained palace.

And at the beginning of all that tragedy stood the person most familiar to me.

My childhood friend who grew up laughing and crying with me. The first love I believed I would spend my whole life with. The hateful man who took the lives of my family.

Alastair.

That man personally took up the sword and brought down the Imperial Family. The history of the Empire was rewritten.

I do not know why he made such a choice, or for what purpose he took everything from me. I didn't even want to know. Because all I had left was hatred for him.

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He came for me, the last bloodline of the Imperial Family.

To end everything.

I thought I would die by his hand. However, his goal was not my life. It was to hold onto me, alive, until the end, and to crush even the last hope I had. That was his final revenge.

Enemy and first love.

The person I loved most became the person I hate most, and the person I should hate most refused to disappear from my life.

I have no intention of forgiving him. Even if the end of this hatred is our mutual destruction.

I will surely pay you back for this pain.

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I still do not know.

Why he destroyed the Imperial Family, and for what reason he is doing this to me.

Autumn, Imperial Year 927.

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