Ferdinand was in a foul mood. He was irritated that his mother had locked Odette in the dungeon without his permission, but more than that, he was confused by his own behavior. [Ferdinand] "Mother, why are you being so intrusive! Why are you touching the toy you gave to me?" He couldn't understand why he had lashed out at her with such harsh words. ′Damn it. It’s not like Mother’s outbursts are anything new. I usually keep my cool, so why did I snap like that?′ He had no way

I had spent a lifetime wading through a metaphorical sea of hornets. [Zion] "Since you claim these dreams occur frequently, report back the next time it happens. It doesn't have to be a written account." They arrived at the estate just as he finished speaking. Zion vaulted over the high perimeter wall with effortless grace, his body coiling to leap toward the windows of the manor's upper floors. [Odette] "Wait, Your Excellency. Stop." [Zion] "The room with the north-facing wi

Under normal circumstances, it was an impossible request. To deceive someone regarding their own wealth required the power to manipulate records at a banking level. Furthermore, it demanded a complete understanding of every hidden fund and back-alley transaction her father operated in secret. However, for Zion—the male lead of this world and the Marquis of Kleist, the man who determined the Empire's truths—it was a different story. [Zion] "That is easy enough." [Odette] "And

[Odette] "If no one reported that I was illiterate, then I suppose no one mentioned that I was adopted either." [Zion] "What kind of utter nonsense is this?" It was more than just nonsense; it was the kind of statement that brought his mind to a screeching halt. Illiteracy and adoption—these could not possibly be true. They contradicted every shred of information he had ever received. However, as Odette tapped the edge of the recording stone to play it, his brow furrowed deep

Zion Reinhardt von Kleist. Head of the Intelligence Department and an S-class Transcendent. He was a man of chilling aesthetics, possessing silver hair and piercing violet eyes. Known for his ruthless personality, cruel efficiency, and status as a master of interrogation, he was the classic "cold on the outside, warm only to his woman" archetype from the reverse harem game. As Odette organized these facts in her mind, she took a sip of the warm tea provided in the drawing roo

Johan Müller Lützens von Barzeha. The Crown Prince's surname was the same as the name of the Empire itself. His name was as heavy as it was glorious, and as long as it was noble. He had awakened as an S-Class Transcendent at the tender age of four. The young prince, who had been showered with the love of the people for his extraordinary beauty, suffered through the fever of awakening and gained a monstrous ability. "Our Crown Prince has awakened as a Transcendent!" "Surely th

'They said his mana collapse was imminent. He truly like he's at death's door.' The wound on his torso wasn't the only injury. His left arm and leg were broken, twisted at grotesque angles, and the grass around the fountain had been dyed such a deep crimson that its original green was unrecognizable. If he were a normal human, the blood loss alone would have killed him long ago. 'With even a slightly lower corruption level, wounds like these would have healed in minutes.' But

As she turned and prepared to actually leave, the Countess shrieked in a panicked voice. [Countess] "What are you doing?! Stop her this instant! Force her to her knees before me!" However, it seemed Rolf wasn't the only one suppressed by the sudden weight of her presence. Despite ther screams, not a single servant dared to step forward. 'What on earth is happening?' Had Odette always carried herself this way? The aristocratic dignity she radiated was more perfect, more refine

Following the butler, who was pale with agitation, Odette arrived in the lobby. She took a moment to study the faces gathered there. The butler, the housekeeper, the head maid, Paula, and Becker... They were the few within this house who held real power and knew the secret of her adoption. 'They must have sent all the other servants to the annex.' Countess Albrecht, a tall woman with deep auburn hair, stood at the center as if commanding a small army. It was almost comical to

Odette organized the stack of documents on the solid mahogany desk, making a point to ensure Mrs. Becker could see her actions. They were nothing but fabrications. Every one of the Count's illicit dealings, the Countess' extravagances, and Ferdinand's debts from gambling and drugs had been meticulously forged under her name. These were the very "evidence" that had sealed her fate in the courtroom of her previous life. She remembered the content of each document vividly, as th

She turned her head to identify the intruder. It was Mrs. Becker, a maid the Countess had brought with her from her own family estate. [Odette] "Mrs. Becker." [Becker] "How dare you be in here, My Lady?!" Odette furrowed her brow at the shrill, piercing voice. [Becker] "Are you deaf, My Lady? Honestly! Why have you entered the Master’s study without permission?!" [Odette] "This is a study. Lower your voice." The attitude of the servants at the Albrecht estate was remarkably c

[Lize] "Ah, My Lady?" With brown hair tied in twin braids, freckled skin, and round spectacles, Lize stared at her with wide, blinking eyes. [Odette] "Lize." For the first time since her return, a genuine smile touched Odette’s lips. [Lize] "My Lady, are your legs alright? That Paula must have been wicked to you again today. Shall I bring some medicine?" Odette’s room had been cleaned spotlessly. On the table by the sofa sat a spread of warm tea and sweet tarts.

When Odette cut her off, Paula was momentarily speechless. Of course she is. Until yesterday, I would have been desperate to stay on the good side of the woman who enjoyed my mother's favor. How much pleasure had Paula derived from tormenting a noble lady and reigning over her? Understanding the depths of the maid's inferiority complex, a natural, mocking laugh escaped Odette's lips. [Paula] "How dare you speak to me—" [Odette] "If you intend to provide "discipline," you ough

The Only Savior, the world within this game revolved around two types of beings: Transcendents and Purifiers. Transcendents were, in essence, individuals blessed with supernatural abilities—divine beasts used by the gods and living weapons meant to ward off calamity. However, their power came with a fatal flaw. The more they used their abilities, the more their bodies became corrupted. Once that corruption hit a critical threshold, they would succumb to a violent, uncontrolla

[Count] "Tsk. It seems one cannot hide such lowly blood." At the sound of that familiar, cold voice, Her eyes flew open as if waking from a nightmare. At that exact moment— [Odette] "Cough! Cough—!" A surge of blood erupted from her throat. Her white hand instinctively flew to her mouth, only to be instantly stained with dark, crimson liquid. Odette stared blankly at her palm before slowly scanning her surroundings. The room was both hauntingly familiar and strangely distant.