LOGINThe Eastern Tower had been sealed for a hundred years.
No servant was allowed near it. No noble was permitted to enter, and even the Imperial Guards avoided the ancient tower after sunset. Yet tonight, Evelina walked toward its massive black doors without hesitation. The palace around her had fallen strangely quiet. Prince Cedric had escaped. The Emperor was trapped inside his own palace. Princess Alice had disappeared. And somewhere beneath the Imperial Palace, the secrets of the royal family were waiting to be uncovered. Lucien walked beside Evelina, his ice-blue eyes watching every shadow. Behind them, Corvin and two Raven's Eye agents followed silently. Evelina stopped before the ancient doors. “This tower has been hidden for a century,” she said, studying the strange symbols carved into the stone. “If my grandfather was imprisoned because he discovered the truth, then whatever is inside this place could explain everything—the royal blood pact, the Core Engine, and even why the System chose me.” Lucien looked at the door. “And if the truth is something you cannot handle?” Evelina glanced at him with a faint smile. “I have already discovered that my death was planned before I was even born. I don't think the truth can frighten me anymore.” She placed her hand against the door. The stone suddenly pulsed beneath her fingers. THUMP. Red light spread across the ancient carvings. Then— [BLOODLINE RECOGNIZED.] [ROSENTHAL BLOODLINE CONFIRMED.] [FORBIDDEN ARCHIVE ACCESS GRANTED.] Lucien's expression darkened. “It recognized you immediately.” Evelina slowly lowered her hand. “My family wasn't protecting this place.” Her eyes became cold. “They were guarding its secret.” The massive doors opened. A wave of freezing air rushed toward them. Inside was complete darkness. Lucien reached for his sword. “I'll go first.” Evelina caught his arm. “No. This place responds to Rosenthal blood, which means if there is a trap inside, it was probably designed for someone like me.” Lucien frowned. “You say that as though it makes me less worried.” “It should.” “It doesn't.” Evelina smiled. “Then stay close.” They entered the tower. The doors slammed shut behind them. BOOM. Evelina raised one hand. Purple flames appeared above her palm, lighting the ancient staircase. They climbed higher. One floor. Two. Three. The temperature continued to drop. Then a whisper moved through the darkness. “Evelina…” She stopped. Lucien immediately turned toward the shadows. “You heard that too?” “Yes.” Another whisper followed. “Don't open the book.” Evelina's eyes narrowed. “Now I definitely want to open it.” At the top of the tower, they found a massive circular chamber. Hundreds of ancient books filled the shelves. But Evelina's attention went directly to the center. A single black book rested on a stone table. Its cover looked like dark leather, but thin red lines moved across it like living veins. Evelina approached. “The Book of Souls.” Lucien stood beside her. “You're certain?” “I've seen that symbol before.” The System flickered. [SPECIAL QUEST: THE BOOK OF SOULS.] [OBJECTIVE: OPEN THE BOOK.] [WARNING: MEMORY LOSS MAY OCCUR.] Lucien caught her wrist. “Evelina, whatever is inside that book could change everything we know about you, the royal family, and the System itself, so if there is even a small chance that opening it could harm you, we should find another way.” Evelina looked into his eyes. “I've spent my entire life being controlled by people who knew more than I did. If this book contains the truth, then I'm opening it. I would rather face a terrible truth than spend another day living inside someone else's lie.” She placed her palm against the cover. Pain suddenly pierced her hand. A single drop of blood fell onto the book. BOOM! The tower shook. The Book of Souls opened. Its pages turned rapidly. Hundreds of names appeared. Thousands. Nobles. Mages. Commoners. Kings. Children. Every name had a date and a cause of death. Evelina's expression slowly hardened. “They were sacrifices.” Lucien stared at the pages. “To the Core Engine?” “Yes.” The pages suddenly stopped. A completely blank page appeared. Evelina touched it. Letters slowly formed. ROSENTHAL, EVELINA. Her breath caught. Below her name appeared another line. YEAR 312 — SOUL HARVEST. Evelina stared at it. “That is impossible. I wasn't even born in Year 312.” Another line appeared. SOUL FRAGMENT: PRESERVED. Then— MEMORY: SEALED. Lucien stepped closer. “Evelina…” She pressed her hand against her temple. Suddenly, a memory flashed through her mind. A white room. Bright lights. A strange machine. A woman standing beside it. Then a voice. “Begin the transfer.” Evelina gasped. Lucien caught her before she fell. “What did you see?” She looked at him, shaken. “I've seen the Core Engine before.” His expression changed. “Before you entered this world?” Evelina nodded. “Yes.” The book suddenly slammed shut. BANG! A deep voice echoed through the chamber. “You were never summoned.” Evelina froze. The voice continued. “You returned.” Lucien drew his sword. “Show yourself!” Nothing answered. The book opened one final time. A hidden page appeared. At the top were six words. THE FIRST SOUL RETURNED AFTER ONE HUNDRED YEARS. Then another name appeared beneath it. LUCIEN VALEMONT. Evelina slowly turned toward him. Lucien's face had gone completely pale. “That cannot be possible.” The page began to burn. Before the flames consumed it, one final sentence appeared. THE TWO SOULS MUST MEET BEFORE THE FINAL CHAPTER. The page turned to ash. Evelina stared at Lucien. “This was never just a love story.” Lucien reached for her hand. “No matter how many times this world has repeated itself, I will not allow it to take you from me again.” Evelina tightened her fingers around his. “Then this time, we make sure there is no next cycle.” The System suddenly appeared. [HIDDEN TRUTH UNLOCKED.] [ORIGINAL STORY STATUS: FALSE.] [CYCLE NUMBER: 4.] Evelina's eyes widened. Then another message appeared. [CRITICAL ERROR.] [CORE ENGINE AWAKENING.] The entire tower shook. BOOM. A second heartbeat echoed from beneath the palace. BOOM. The floor cracked. Red light poured through the stone. Lucien pulled Evelina closer. “What is that?” Evelina stared into the widening crack. Her face turned pale. “That isn't the Core Engine.” A gigantic red eye opened beneath them. Evelina's blood froze. “The Core Engine is afraid of it.” The System flickered violently. [UNKNOWN ENTITY DETECTED.] [DESIGNATION: THE AUTHOR.] Then the creature beneath the palace spoke. “Welcome home, Evelina.” Her eyes widened. The voice continued. “We have been waiting one hundred years for you to return.” The tower exploded with red light. Evelina gripped Lucien's hand. She had thought the System was her enemy. She had thought the royal family was controlling the story. She had thought she was rewriting her fate. But now she understood the truth. She had never escaped the story. The story had been waiting for her. And beneath the Imperial Palace— the one who wrote her death had finally awakened.Pain was the last thing Evelina remembered. The blinding headlights of a truck, the screech of metal, and the cold silence of death.When she opened her eyes, she was no longer on a wet asphalt street. She was sitting in front of a grand vanity mirror dressed in a crimson silk gown."Lady Evelina? Are you listening to me?"Evelina turned her head slowly. Standing beside her was a maid holding a bottle of perfume, looking at her with hidden disdain.A flood of memories rushed into Evelina’s mind. She looked at her reflection: sharp amber eyes, silver hair, and a face built for arrogance. She had not just died—she had been reborn as Evelina Rosenthal, the tragic villainess of a popular novel she had read in her past life.According to the original plot, Evelina was framed for poison, abandoned by her family, dumped by her fiance Prince Cedric, and executed by Duke Lucien Valemont.A foolish end for someone with this much wealth and beauty, Evelina thought, a sharp, dangerous smil
The news of Evelina Rosenthal’s broken engagement spread throughout the capital faster than anyone could have imagined.By the following morning, the noble circles were already drowning in gossip.Some said Evelina had been humiliated beyond repair. Others claimed she had lost her mind after discovering that Crown Prince Adrian had chosen Princess Alice over her. There were even rumors that the former fiancée had locked herself inside her bedroom and spent the entire night crying.But the rumors were wrong.Evelina had not cried.She had worked.Within forty-eight hours of breaking off her engagement, Evelina summoned every treasurer responsible for the Rosenthal family’s finances. She carefully reviewed years of financial records, contracts, inventories, and transaction reports.With the System’s analytical interface assisting her, suspicious figures immediately stood out.[SYSTEM ANALYSIS COMPLETE.][Irregular financial transactions detected.][Estimated stolen assets: 3,870,000 gol
Late that night, the Rosenthal estate had fallen into complete silence. The servants had already retired to their quarters, and the halls that were usually filled with footsteps and whispers were now illuminated only by the faint glow of moonlight. Inside her private study, Evelina sat behind a massive oak desk covered with maps, financial records, military reports, and documents concerning the noble families of the empire. Unlike the other ladies of her age, Evelina had no interest in jewelry, dances, or romantic gossip. Her attention was fixed entirely on survival.She leaned back in her chair and stared at the pile of documents before her. Everything she had accomplished during the past few days should have been enough to change her fate. She had broken her engagement with the Crown Prince, exposed corrupt treasurers, recovered millions of gold coins, and secured control over the Rosenthal family's finances. Yet something still bothered her.The System.It had been strangely quiet
The northern border was nothing like the capital.There were no glittering chandeliers, no music drifting through grand ballrooms, and no nobles hiding daggers behind polite smiles. Here, there was only darkness, mist, and the biting cold of the night.The wind swept across the abandoned watchtower, carrying the scent of snow and iron. Evelina stood at the edge of the ruined stone structure, her black fur-lined cloak wrapped tightly around her body. Loose strands of her hair danced against her cheeks, but she made no attempt to fix them.She had come alone.Exactly as the letter had demanded.Her amber eyes remained fixed on the mist below as a shadow slowly emerged from the darkness.Footsteps.Slow.Steady.Unhurried.Evelina's hand instinctively moved toward the dagger hidden beneath her cloak.Then the figure stepped into the pale moonlight.Duke Lucien Valemont.He wore dark armor beneath a long military coat, the metal plates catching faint silver reflections from the moon. A he
Two hours before dawn, the forest surrounding the eastern wing of the Rosenthal Estate was swallowed by darkness.The moon hung low behind a layer of clouds, casting only faint traces of silver light between the towering trees. The wind whispered through the branches, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine.Thirty royal knights moved silently through the forest.Or at least, they tried to.Their armor had been wrapped in cloth to muffle the sound of metal, while their horses were led carefully between the trees. Each man knew the importance of the mission. They were not there to fight.They were there to plant evidence.Several heavily guarded iron chests were being carried toward the Rosenthal vaults. Inside them were forbidden dark-magic artifacts—corrupted crystals, cursed remains, and objects that could easily be used as proof of treason.Once the evidence was discovered, the Rosenthal family would have nowhere to run.The captain raised one hand, bringing the group to a halt.
The Imperial Court had never felt so quiet.The usually restless hall was filled with an uncomfortable silence as the doors remained closed and the nobles sat stiffly in their seats. No one dared to whisper. No one wanted to be the first to attract the Emperor's attention.At the far end of the marble hall, the Emperor sat upon the golden throne.His expression was unreadable, but the anger in his eyes was impossible to miss.Below him stood thirty royal knights, their hands bound in heavy iron chains. Their armor was still stained with dirt from the forest, and several of them looked as though they had barely slept.Beside them were the opened iron chests.The contents were impossible to deny.Forbidden dark-magic artifacts.The sight alone was enough to make several nobles exchange uneasy glances.Prince Cedric stood in the center of the court, his face pale and his hands trembling slightly at his sides. Princess Alice stood beside him, desperately trying to maintain her composure.







