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The night was deep and quiet. Livia stood in front of the mirror, gazing at her own reflection—her eyes, though slightly weary, still held a sharp glint.She scooped up a handful of icy water from the basin beside her, splashing it onto her face with force, the chill jolting her fully awake.She couldn’t rely on willpower alone to persuade Edgar—she needed more leverage.Her mind swiftly ran through all possibilities before settling on one person.Emma.She had to find Emma.The castle was silent, draped in the weight of the late hour. Livia moved soundlessly through the corridors, her steps light as she made her way toward Emma’s quarters.She didn’t knock. Instead, she pushed the door open and slipped inside.But the moment she stepped in, a flash of cold steel came hurtling toward her!Livia instinctively tilted her head, the blade of a dagger grazing past her cheek, stirring a faint gust of air.She retreated swiftly, her steps steady and silent. On the other side of the room, Emm

“Don’t ask. I’m just following someone else’s request. Go inside and talk to your father properly.”As if sensing Livia’s unspoken questions, Allen offered no further explanation.Livia frowned slightly, her gaze lingering on Allen.His voice felt strangely familiar, as though she’d heard it somewhere before. No matter how hard she tried to recall, she found no clues.His presence was like a missing puzzle piece—absent, yet seemingly connected to her past.She couldn’t help but steal another glance at the man before her.Allen was tall and slender, exuding a detached, almost ethereal air. There was an indescribable mix of coldness and distance about him, with eyes that remained indifferent and lips faintly curved, as if nothing in the world could truly touch his heart.Who exactly was he? And why was he here?But she asked no further. Since he was unwilling to explain, she could only suppress her curiosity and follow him through the gates of the Lord’s Manor.The grand hall was bathed

“But the people may not agree. They might think I’m showing blatant favoritism.” Edgar continued to find excuses.“Favoritism?” Livia’s voice was firm as she met her father’s gaze without hesitation. “I’ve already said that once I take charge of the expansion project, I will immediately hold a public assembly to announce that I am merely acting as Marcellus’s proxy. The moment he recovers, I will return this position to him.”She paused briefly before continuing with even greater resolve. “Even during my tenure as his proxy, every decision will be reported to Marcellus, and he will have the final say.”Her words were airtight, addressing any potential concerns from the public and giving them enough reassurance.Edgar frowned slightly, as though still weighing how to reject her. But just then, a sudden commotion erupted outside. The noise grew louder and louder, penetrating even the thick walls until it could be heard clearly.The uproar filled the hall, a mixture of shouting and buzzi

As Livia stepped out of the governor’s mansion, the air outside felt far lighter than the stifling atmosphere within. Yet, she could still feel the faint dampness in her palms. Even though the man she had faced was her so-called “father,” she knew all too well that Edgar was no kind parent—he was the ruler of this city, a man of power, calculation, and unwavering control. More importantly, she had never once regarded him as her father.She exhaled slowly, her gaze sweeping across the horizon, where the setting sun tinged the sky with a soft crimson glow. But there was no relief in her heart. She had won today’s negotiation, but this was only the beginning. She was not Livia—she was Alia, a woman from the lower depths of society, forced to tread carefully. More than anyone, she understood the consequences of failure.Raising her hand, she brushed her fingertips against the lingering moisture in her palm before lowering her arm, pushing all emotions deep inside. At this moment, she coul

The night was as dark as ink, and a gentle breeze brushed past the treetops in the courtyard, bringing a touch of coolness. Under the moonlight, the stone-paved path shimmered faintly, while distant lanterns swayed in the wind, resembling scattered stars.Livia walked briskly out of the courtyard, her steps steady, yet unable to conceal the joy and excitement bubbling within her. However, just as she stepped down the stairs, a familiar figure blocked her path.She halted, slightly startled, and looked up—Allen.The black military uniform he wore appeared even more austere in the darkness. Gone was the relaxed demeanor he had shown earlier inside; now, he carried an air of composed authority. His cape fluttered lightly in the night breeze, and beneath his refined features lay a steely calm, the kind honed through years of battle. Livia had now recognized him—Allen, the general of the First Legion. Having him on her side today was perhaps her greatest fortune and support.She immediatel