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The capital had fallen strangely quiet.
Evelina's announcement had spread through the city like a storm. The people had learned that the royal family was hiding a terrible secret. The Crown was not as pure as they had believed, and the mysterious Core Engine beneath the palace was connected to something far older than the current Empire. But Evelina knew that what she had revealed was only the surface. The deeper truth was still waiting. Inside the temporary command hall, Evelina stood before a large map of the capital. Her eyes moved across the palace grounds. “Corvin,” she said. “Yes, my lady?” “Tell me what you found.” Corvin placed several documents on the table. “Most of the royal advisors have escaped. A few were captured before they could leave the capital.” “Bring them here.” Corvin hesitated. “They're frightened.” Evelina gave him a calm look. “They should be. But I don't want fear. I want answers.” Corvin nodded. “There is something else. Several palace servants reported seeing the Emperor enter an underground section of the palace shortly before he disappeared.” Evelina's expression changed. “Underground?” “Yes. According to the old records, there are tunnels beneath the palace that were sealed many years ago.” Lucien, who had been standing near the window, turned toward them. “How old are those tunnels?” “Older than the palace itself.” Silence filled the room. Evelina looked back at the map. “Then that's where we're going.” Lucien immediately walked toward her. “No.” Evelina raised an eyebrow. “No?” “You're not going there without me.” A faint smile appeared on her lips. “I wasn't planning to.” His expression remained serious. “Whatever is beneath that palace recognized you.” “I know.” “It called you home.” “I heard it.” Lucien stepped closer. “Then you should understand why I'm not letting you face it alone.” For a moment, their eyes met. There was something unusual in Lucien's gaze. Not fear. Regret. Evelina's smile faded. “Fine,” she said quietly. “You can come.” Lucien's expression softened. “I would have followed you anyway.” The entrance to the underground passage was hidden beneath the old throne room. Corvin's people discovered it behind a stone wall covered with ancient symbols. There was no keyhole. Only a handprint carved into the black stone. Evelina stepped forward. “I'll open it.” Lucien reached for her wrist. “Be careful.” “I always am.” She placed her hand against the stone. Red light immediately spread across the door. [SYSTEM NOTICE.] [ROSENTHAL BLOODLINE DETECTED.] [ACCESS GRANTED.] The ancient door slowly opened. Cold air rushed from the darkness. A long staircase descended beneath the palace. Evelina stared into the darkness. “So they needed my bloodline.” Lucien shook his head. “Perhaps they feared it.” They began walking downward. The walls were covered with ancient paintings. Some showed the Imperial Crown. Others showed people gathered around a strange machine. At the center of every painting was the same symbol. A black circle surrounded by a red eye. Evelina stopped. “That symbol…” “The Core Engine,” Lucien said. “No.” Evelina touched the wall. “This is older.” The System suddenly appeared. [WARNING.] [UNKNOWN RECORD DETECTED.] [DATA NOT PRESENT IN ORIGINAL SCRIPT.] Evelina's eyes narrowed. “Not present?” The screen flickered. [CORRECTION.] [THIS INFORMATION WAS NEVER RECORDED.] A cold feeling settled in her chest. Someone had not simply hidden this history. Someone had erased it. They continued deeper. Then— Boom. A strange sound echoed through the tunnel. Boom. Boom. Like the heartbeat of something buried beneath the earth. Corvin stopped. “My lady…” “I heard it.” Lucien moved closer to Evelina. “Stay beside me.” She looked at him. “Not behind you?” His lips curved slightly. “Beside me is better.” Evelina gave him a small smile. “Agreed.” They finally reached the bottom. An enormous black door stood before them. But what caught Evelina's attention were the names carved into its surface. Her breath stopped. EVELINA ROSENTHAL. Beside it was another name. LUCIEN VALEMONT. Corvin stared at the door. “How is that possible?” Evelina couldn't answer. The System appeared again. [CRITICAL DISCOVERY.] [TWO SOUL RECORDS DETECTED.] [REGISTRATION: ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO.] Lucien's expression became cold. “One hundred years…” Evelina stared at her own name. “That can't be me.” Then the door opened. No one touched it. A voice came from the darkness. “Finally.” The voice was calm. Ancient. Almost amused. Evelina stepped forward. “Who are you?” A pause followed. Then the voice answered. “The wrong question.” Two red lights appeared beyond the doorway. “The question you should ask is…” The darkness seemed to smile. “…why were you brought back?” Evelina froze. [SYSTEM ERROR.] [MEMORY SEAL DETECTED.] [MEMORY FRAGMENT RESTORATION IN PROGRESS.] Suddenly, images flashed through her mind. A white room. A strange machine. A woman standing behind glass. A familiar voice calling her name. Then Lucien appeared. But he was different. Older. Wounded. Standing beside the same machine. Evelina stumbled. Lucien caught her immediately. “Evelina!” She gripped his coat. “I remember…” His eyes widened. “What?” She looked at him, shaken by what she had seen. “You.” Before Lucien could speak, the darkness beyond the door began to glow. A massive chamber slowly revealed itself. Countless crystal-like containers filled the room. Inside each one was a faint light, as though memories had been preserved within them. At the center stood a machine far larger than anything Evelina had seen before. It was not the Core Engine. Something else. Something older. Above it was a single inscription. THE FIRST DRAFT. Evelina stared at the words. The System flickered violently. [IDENTITY RECORD RESTORED.] [ORIGINAL ROLE: UNKNOWN.] [CURRENT ROLE: EVELINA ROSENTHAL.] [WARNING: THE TWO RECORDS ARE IDENTICAL.] Evelina's breathing became unsteady. She looked at Lucien. Then at the machine. “I wasn't simply placed inside this story…” Her voice was barely a whisper. “I was connected to it before the story even began.” The ancient voice answered from the darkness. “Now you are beginning to remember.” The chamber trembled. And for the first time, Evelina understood something terrifying. The Crown had not created the story. The System had not created the story. Something had existed before both of them. Something that had been waiting for her return. And now… it was ready to show her why.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.







