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Chapter 5 **Leonardo** Peace was never a word my father respected. Rafael Mancini believed in taking until there was nothing left, in breaking things simply because he could, in pushing until the other side begged for mercy. For years, that approach worked. Until it didn’t. Five years of bloodshed blurred into one long, pointless cycle. Territory lost, reclaimed, and lost again. Men dying for reasons that stopped making sense long before the war should have ended. And through all of it, nothing truly changed.

Lorenzo’s hand instantly flew to the holster beneath his jacket but I raised a hand stopping him. I looked at Luke, completely unbothered. I had been hearing his pathetic insults since I was a child. He was a weak spoiled child. He had the legacy, but I had the brains and the brutality. That’s why our father had passed him over to let me run the empire until I completely took over kicking my own father out of the board seat. "Keep drinking, Luke," I said smoothly, not even slowing my pace as I walked past the staircase. "Maybe one day you'll finally drink enough to forget that I own the roof over your head."

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.

Flipping it over, Clara saw an almost faded illustration of five banners, each representing the five ruling empires of Hiestora—green with a golden brown tree for Terralis, red with a blazing ember for Fiordalt, misty gray with a spinning wind for Eirinia, blue with an ocean’s tear for Nivalon and chilly white with smoking icicles for Frostalia. In her mind, Clara’s curiosity was clawing its way out. It was the first time she saw the other emblem, the odd one out, drawn separately from the others. Surely, there was no existence of another empire, was it? It could not have been possible to be hidden from plain sight. Because, frankly, how could a big empire, assuming that it was, be invisible

Matt said with a smile. In the history of the empire, it was said that a deity favored Clandestine and decided to live here for some time before the war between the demons and the other beings. Since a deity was not allowed to help in the war, he sent his most favored fae and made him the emperor of Clandestine. As proof of their bond, the deity gave the emperor a very unique seed. Once it was grown, it would bless the land of the emperor who planted it.

With these reasons, I am led to believe that the town of the Amber Leaves has betrayed our empire and this war if not dealt with swiftly can lead to a war between the two empires…’ The report that was written by one of Ren’s senior generals went on to further describe the implication of this war on the power balance between the two empires. I didn’t fully understand the rest of the report, but I believed that I had read enough to grasp the general situation. My hands trembled and the report that I was holding also shook in my hands. Rebelling against the empire was bad enough but to align with another empire is just…

Formulating plans, he made a mental note to erase the sex records. He actually on a few previous visits to Paradise Island, he looked into its extensive library. They were descendants of a single battle, an ancient battle between worlds and dimensions of blood... How could a sorcerer knowledgeable of such history have such books... That was like the power of Faust reverting some followers into minions and the other guardians and this corrupted mage, he turned each of Hades' followers against the Amazons of the island of Realm of Greek Gods, was actually created for a way to prevent invasion.

The librarian is such a strict old man in the past, without the order from Hades, he wouldn't even let me in even if I was the Crown Princess. It wasn't that difficult since Fara is a well-trained servant by Hades himself. Hades was the one who told me about these books in the past, from 1508 year to 1732 year of Sylvestre history. That the Empire wasn't name as Sylvestre because this Empire was a stolen one. I didn't regret listening to Hades about these histories. It was such a great honor to have this weapon, especially the crest and the signature of the late Emperor from 1507 year.

“She loved you. And you let her bleed out. You let her die alone.” Enzo’s eyes glittered, cruel and unrepentant. “And still—here you are. Alive. Stronger. You’re welcome.” Something inside me cracked. I staggered back, the folder slipping from my fingers to the floor. The sound of papers scattering filled the silence between us. “I hate you,” I spat, my voice shaking with fury. “I hate your empire. I hate the blood that ties us. You’re a monster.” He leaned back in his chair, utterly unmoved, sipping his drink like I’d just sung him a lullaby. “And yet—you are mine. My blood. My heir. You’ll see one day that I was right.”

He is one of the few cases to have survived and so he lived on the island and his descendants have been on the Empire since the dawn of time. To conclude this first point on the origins of this Empire, we do not come from the same country. You must have noticed it around you. Some people look different, but it doesn't matter how different they are. We are and will remain the same, equal in law. Thetia was not alone, she was accompanied by several people, and they formed the first village of the Empire: Thetia. How do I know it, how does the imperial family know it? Thetia wrote in several diaries her journey : from her birth and life on Edios to her death on Thetia. These diaries will be pub