To You, Who Are Not My Enemy

“I will not kill Clodine.”

At the end of the Imperial War, Emperor Ahazan von Lernando returned to the Empire triumphantly, bringing his fiancée Clodine Ramier with him. He had lost her seven years earlier.

He had reclaimed her by force.

After k*lling her husband.
After destroying her kingdom.
After taking her people hostage under the pretense that they were prisoners of war.

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“You should have come a little sooner.”

With madness flickering in his eyes, Ahazan casually wiped the blood from his sword as he looked at her.

“I already killed him.”

In that moment, it felt as though ice water had been poured straight into Clodine’s heart.

She collapsed in front of O’Neill’s severed body, her face drained of color. She whispered only one word.

“Why?”

Ahazan answered in a voice devoid of hesitation.

“Because he did not seem worthy of receiving your love.”