Daughter Of The Drowned Empire の小説・ストーリー

A few days ago, I never would have thought that I would be at the bottom of the ocean, swimming with the sirens. A tale to tell one day… From my time with Deliana and Lavina it was obvious they did not want this war, and they had hopes I would be the one to be able to change the Sea Emperor’s mind. The closer we got, the more restless and snappy Deliana got. I knew it was because she wasn’t looking forward to seeing Queseidon, knowing the truth that I was her daughter was going to be revealed and his wrath would follow. It was several hours later when we finally reached the magnificent golden undersea castle of the imperial ruler. It was breath-taking, with several turrets and towers, jewel-

“I’m never gonna let you sell me. You’ll have to kill me first.” Vergelio Ferdinand cocks his head as if examining something strange and foreign. I guess no one had dared to challenge him before. They’d groomed my father to run the empire from the moment his chubby face came out screaming from my grandmother’s womb. He steps closer to me before bending down and whispering, “Don’t think I won’t consider that, amore.” The stony smile and the icy blue stare tells me that my father wouldn’t think twice about slitting the throat of his only daughter, because to him, I am a toy to manipulate and use until I break and there is nothing left.

It grabbed the girl from the tank, who was still laughing as she was dragged out into the crushing depths. "The reconstruction wasn't for Silas, Empress!" the girl’s voice echoed one last time through the comms before they were cut. "It was for your mother! Check the extraction boat!" Verina’s heart stopped as she realized the diver who had "saved" her father wasn't part of Miller’s team, she looked at the rescue pod hovering above them, and through the small porthole, she saw her mother standing over her father’s unconscious body, holding a second obsidian ring that was already glowing with a lethal, crimson light.

How could she allow her father to sleep with Darryl's woman? Yvette had fallen into The Illusional Formation at Zhao Yun's ancient tomb. She recalled that she knelt in front of Darryl and called him 'Father'. Yvette would never forget the painful scene. If her father had slept with Darryl's woman, then Darryl's seniority would match her father, would it not? The New World Emperor was a powerful man, but he reluctantly gave in to Yvette as she was his favorite daughter. Up until then, Yvonne had been in the Palace with Yvette for almost half a month.

They were the First Hallowed Mothers, the ones who had chosen to stay in the South to guard the memory of the bloodline. I didn't run toward the water. I ran toward the nearest monolith. I ignored the battle behind me—the sound of Kaelen's shadow clashing with the ghosts, the roar of Lucien's fire. I reached the stone woman and pressed my scaled palms against her cold, weeping face. "I am the Sanguine Empress," I whispered into the stone. "I am the daughter of the sun and the moon. I carry the debt of the blood. Give me the weight. Give me the memory. I will be the vessel for the Tide."

Their breaths were caught as the Black Emperor knelt before a woman. "Who is she?" "I heard she's the daughter of Duke Gree, but wasn't she sickly and had a child out of wedlock?" Question after question rolled in hushed tones, too afraid to voice out loud who the woman now offering her hand to the Black Emperor was. One wrong answer, and their heads might roll before they get a chance to find out.

[You have defeated level 101 Evans Green] [Experience gained] [Skill Gained: Growth] The hope and future of an empire have expired, the light that once shone brightly has gone out. It was an end of an era, but the beginning of a new one. Good stuff. On my way back to the boss' room, I spotted the sleeping mother and daughter. Now, wait a minute! What happened to her other child? Shit! Has he escaped with the humans? I didn't kill him by accident, did I? Oh god! ......….. Aerowyn, Brightwing Empire.

I whispered back and gazed into King Laurent’s eyes. There was confusion on his face but he looked so pleased with what I said. He gambled his way here just for me. He deserves to know how glad I am for giving me a chance to see the beauty of the world outside this Empire. We didn’t know each other. What he only knew about me then was me, being the only daughter of the last Wycliffe Emperor. His curiosity gave me another reason to believe in myself… that I can’t give up and take back everything that is supposed to be mine.

Even though I was born a girl, it didn't stop him from including me in all sorts of adventures, most of which were considered 'unlady-like'. Unfortunately, there was no more project funding for his future research, so we both settled into a dull existence in America. Dad worked at a small museum. He didn't mind it though and always quoted Bukowski's words, 'Find what you love and let it kill you.' Then just out of the blue, my father got a phone call from his old friend, who sent him some documents on a rare find from a medieval city — famously known as Angkor City. Before I knew it, we ended up at the Phnom Penh International Airport three days later.

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"