Everyone Was Obsessed With Me After I Became the Youngest Princess Favourite - Chapter 238

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“This… this is… outrageous…!”
The Emperor barely managed to speak, his voice trembling.
There was no dignity in it whatsoever.
He was in a state of panic, watching the beasts that had burst into his bedroom with drawn swords.
The Emperor’s chest was drenched in crimson blood.
It was not his own.
The Emperor stared with trembling eyes at the man collapsed at his feet.
It was the Chief Attendant who had awakened him from sleep, urging him to flee because a rebellion had broken out—he had been pierced by a beast’s sword moments ago and collapsed while coughing blood.
The complete stillness could only mean he was dead.
Yet even as the acrid, metallic stench of warm blood soaking his chest assaulted his nostrils, the Emperor still could not grasp the reality of this situation.
“You… you dare…!”
The reason was simple: the beasts surrounding his bed were none other than the Imperial Knights who should have been protecting him.
“I am the Emperor. You are sworn to protect me!”
It would have felt more real if a foreign power had hired assassins or sent mercenaries instead.
A rebellion. He had sensed no warning signs whatsoever.
Then came the sharp, rhythmic sound of footsteps—click, click, click.
The knights, who had not budged at the Emperor’s outburst, lowered their swords and stepped back.
The Emperor’s eyes widened as he saw who emerged from among them.
“The… Imperial Princess…?”
“Father.”
Serphin smiled softly as she gazed at the shocked Emperor.
“Serphin, how dare you!”
Finally recognizing the architect of this rebellion, the Emperor’s fury erupted.
Knowing full well that this outburst was merely an attempt to mask his terror, Serphin’s smile deepened.
“Father, the Imperial Knight Order and all the soldiers have already sworn their loyalty to me. So please, spare yourself the meaningless struggle.”
Before she could finish speaking, the Imperial Knights surrounding the Imperial Princess turned in perfect unison and leveled their swords at the Emperor once more.
Only then did the Emperor truly comprehend that a single word from Serphin would see him fall like the Chief Attendant at his feet—or worse.
The Emperor glared at Serphin with bloodshot eyes, his face contorting as he spoke.
“Serphin. My child, why are you doing this? If you desired the throne, I would have gladly handed it over…!”
Serphin scoffed at the Emperor, who had shifted from rage to sudden melancholy.
“A lie. If that were true, you would have named me heir long ago. Instead of giving Nicholas the opportunity.”
“That… that was…!”
“And you promised to grant the Crown Prince position if I married Grand Duchess Bellus.”
“No! How could I hand the throne to that lowborn wretch? You are my only heir, Serphin!”
It was a blatant lie.
The Emperor had never once entertained the thought of sharing his power with anyone.
Knowing this all too well, Serphin burst into laughter at his absurdity, prompting the Emperor to speak sternly this time.
“You are my daughter! If you dare kill your father and ascend to the throne, who would ever acknowledge an Emperor guilty of such unfilial conduct?”
“Your daughter? Your father…? If you truly believed that, you would never have created those lowborn bloodlines beneath me because of pink hair.”
“You, you!”
As the Emperor’s lifelong shame was laid bare without restraint and mocked, his face flushed crimson in an instant.
Serphin’s smile faded as she watched.
She had never intended to keep the Emperor alive anyway.
Her own sense of justice burned to kill him, but since her master—the one who had claimed her soul—had commanded otherwise, she could only obey.
“Have you finished saying what you wished to say?”
Serphin, displaying a bored expression and even stifling a yawn, turned her head.
The Imperial Knight Commander awaited her command.
Serphin smiled faintly as she observed him, his eyes vacant and lifeless as a puppet’s.
Even as a legitimate Imperial Princess, she lacked the independently gathered forces to spark a rebellion single-handedly.
But by becoming a Demon Worshipper and receiving power from Setikaael, she had seized control of the Imperial Knight Order.
They harbored such resentment toward the Emperor—whom they treated worse than common mercenaries—that manipulating them proved effortless.
As Serphin sneered and nodded, the Imperial Knight Commander drove his blade toward the Emperor without hesitation.
And then—clang!
With a sharp metallic ring, the Knight Commander’s sword flew far across the floor.
The Emperor, who had squeezed his eyes shut awaiting death, trembled violently as he barely managed to open his eyelids.
“…Duke Elrad?”
An unexpected figure entered his vision.
Now that he thought of it, the Chief Attendant had mentioned sending word to Duke Elrad before his death.
Yet the Emperor had never truly believed the Duke would come to his rescue.
He would have been grateful if the Duke merely refrained from joining the rebels and turning his blade against him.
So why.
“Why have you….”
“Though my first step was misplaced, I am a man who has lived by Your Majesty’s sword.”
Duke Elrad answered calmly, as though rescuing the Emperor was only natural, while recalling the countless corpses he had witnessed rushing toward the Imperial Palace moments before. His gaze fixed upon the enemy before him.
In that instant, a savage light flickered across Serphin’s eyes—eyes that had brimmed with composure even as she faced the Emperor, the man she had resented and hated her entire life, yet secretly yearned to be acknowledged by.
She regarded Duke Elrad, who resembled the man she had desperately longed for, even to the point of wishing for death, with a cold sneer.
“You are hasty, Duke. I had no intention of sparing him anyway. How convenient that he walked to his own grave.”
House Elrad was to be dealt with after the Emperor’s death.
Having sold her very soul to the Demon and still failed to win Lucio’s heart, she intended to slit the throats of his cherished family members one by one and keep at least his corpse by her side.
Serphin was aware that her methods were abhorrent, yet she could not stop.
For she had never known pure and genuine love in the first place.
It was then that Duke Elrad spoke.
“I suppose we shall see whether I have walked to my grave or not.”
Even surrounded by enemies, he maintained an air of absolute confidence—arrogance that appeared utterly insufferable, yet his composure was not without reason.
The majority of the Lexion Knights’ blades, locked in confrontation with the Imperial Knight Order, shimmered with aura.
Had this been the Imperial Knight Order of old, they might have cowered and retreated at such a sight.
Or perhaps they would have already lost the will to fight when the Empire’s mightiest force, the Lexion Knights, appeared.
But….
“Grraaaaaahhhhh!”
“Die!”
The Imperial Knight Order, already having lost their commander, charged forward without a shred of fear, prepared to meet death itself.
Duke Elrad faltered, sensing something amiss in that instant.
Seeing his reaction, a venomous smile blossomed across Serphin’s face.
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At that very moment.
〈A face I’ve never seen before. Did Mother bring this child?〉
〈There are twenty-two benches in total throughout the Maze Garden of the Duke’s Mansion. Among them, the blue bench nearest to the western entrance sees few visitors. What do you say we meet there on the new moon next month?〉
〈Stay by my side from now on. Don’t even think of leaving without my permission.〉
Lucio’s memories from the day he first met Lia at the Duke’s Mansion until before she departed for the Grand Duchy.
And then.
〈Weren’t you curious about me? Whether I was doing well, how I was living?〉
〈If you speak to me one more time, I really will kiss you.〉
〈I love you—I can’t even imagine a life without you.〉
After reuniting, he had recovered all the memories of confessing his love and becoming lovers.
But why was it?
〈Who are you?〉
〈Why do you keep calling my name?〉
〈This is a potion that brings happiness.〉
〈Throw it and make a wish.〉
Scenes he had never witnessed before began flashing through his mind like lightning.
An inexplicable, prolonged agony continued to assault him.
It felt as though his skull was being shattered by a hammer.
His head throbbed with unbearable pain, and his chest was torn asunder.
Hot tears streamed down Lucio’s face as he lay buried in the pillow, groaning in anguish.
His heart ached as if someone were gripping and tearing it from within.
In that moment, when the memories of merely his previous life threatened to suffocate him entirely.
A tremor seized Lucio’s body.
His eyes flickered violently.
Suddenly, a fierce blizzard swept in alongside a powerful wind so strong that nothing ahead could be seen.
Countless unrecognizable corpses lay piled around him, yet his eyes could see only one person.
A girl, unable to withstand the violent surge of magical power, coughed blood as she gasped for her final breaths.
The girl’s blood-stained lips barely moved as she spoke with great effort.
〈You must… live happily.〉
In that instant, fragmented and scattered memories came flooding back like a tidal wave.
〈How could you… leave me and die?〉
The boy approached the girl with a deathly pale face.
The girl’s hands and face were already cold.
The boy quickly covered his eyes with his hands.
He thought that if he did, he wouldn’t have to see the girl’s death.
Yet the moment the girl died refused to fade, as if it were burned into my retinas.
〈Why did you save me if this was how it would end? If I was just going to die like this!〉
〈….〉
〈Please, just open your eyes. Don’t leave me and die….〉
The boy pleaded and raged, his voice breaking with sobs.
Piercing regret stained his eyes crimson.
His love had withered before it could even bloom.
His devotion, too, had lost its destination.
All that remained was vengeance.
From the tender years of boyhood through youth and into full manhood, he never forgot her.
He had never once forgotten the girl.
Every single day, he yearned for her with terrible intensity.
That longing had seeped into his very bones.
Eventually, crushing ennui, helplessness, and despair wrapped around him like chains.
I wanted to finish my revenge quickly and return to the girl’s side, only to pour out accusations—that because of you, I could never be happy.
Only then did Lucio finally understand why he had felt that inexplicable resentment and longing from the moment he first met Lia.
“Because I resented you for leaving such words until your final moment.”
You were not meant to die that way.
That was not a death befitting you.
You, who lived for the weak and the wretched—why did you have to die so brutally at the hands of a Demon?
My light. My life. My love.
“…Spleshia.”
As Lucio whispered the girl’s name one last time, he blinked slowly.
Tears streamed down his pale cheeks.
“The truth is, I prayed every day.”
That in your next life, you would have loving parents and kind siblings.
That you would be happy in a place without pain, without sorrow, warm and safe.
And if we met again, I wanted so desperately to tell you.
“I love you, Lia.”

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