Chapter 2

The plot of <The Golden Wings and the Silver Sword> was unclear in Elphi’s mind, just like her memories of her past life.

Even though she was aware of the major events that occured in the novel and the general flow of the plot since she had written it in her notebook, it wasn’t complete, missing some details.

But even then, there were some intense scenes she could never forget. One of them was a description of one of the many cruel acts committed by Tron, the villain of the novel.

He was crowned as a king by stepping in the blood of his family.

As soon as Tron, at that time less than 20 years old, rose to the throne, the whole country was aflame with rumours about him.

The most talked about topic was that he was the child of a concubine and born with a disability. The cause was unknown, but Tron had lost his right arm and suffered from a limp in his left foot.

The nobles, in particular, were busy slandering and criticizing him. It was sort of like a ritual to get rid of anxiety.

His face with his dark, raven hair and eyes as pale as the dawn, was so beautiful and ethereal, it was almost eerie, it felt like he didn’t belong in this world.

The atmosphere surrounding Tron had always scared her, it carried the cold feeling of death as if there was a grim reaper present. Unfortunately, this fear had become her new reality.

“I’ve been getting a lot of anonymous letters these days, and I’ve been told that they were upset because a particular concubine’s child with a freaking disability didn’t know what he was talking about. Isn’t it a pity that your king was born from a concubine’s womb and his limbs are not intact, yet you can’t bring your heart to sympathize with it? Of course, your noble blood is different from mine, so I can’t help it. But instead I’ve given you a opportunity to empathize with something else.”

He then proceeded to summon major powers and the heads of families that formed a hostile faction against him and their successors. And in front of the head of each family, he tortured the heir’s arms and legs and tore them apart in stages.

In order to stop them from bleeding out and immediately dying, he had put a spell on them. Most of them couldn’t bear the pain, and their throats had been slit because they begged for death as a mercy.

The heads of the nobles had to watch their children die a miserable death.

“How about now? Is it good enough to empathize?”

Tron asked nonchalantly with an angelic smile plastered on his face.

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As she recalled the intense incident that had taken place in the novel, Elphi looked around.

The place was so bare and austere in appearance that if she had not known that this was indeed where the prince was staying, she would have suspected that the room was occupied by the maid.

In the room sat a black-haired boy who exuded a tremendous presence.

As her warm hands covered her damp face, Elphi couldn’t stop thinking despite the river of tears that escaped unbidden.

She now had less than two days left to make her decision.