"It's almost the end of June."

Princess Olivia wiped the tears from her eyes, walked to the dressing table, and took out a letter from the drawer.

There isn't much in the letter, but the paper is crumpled and seems to have been read many times.

Princess Olivia's hand holding the letter was trembling a little. She looked down, her red lips trembling, and the sound of crying soon came from the room.

"Tick tick tick..."

A few tears wet the paper, making the writing a little blurry.

The above content can still be roughly seen:

Dear Princess Olivia

Hello!

I am Fred Upton Fernandez, the third prince of the Black Feather Kingdom, do you remember me?

Twenty years ago, I visited the St. Joan Empire with the Foreign Minister of the Black Feather Kingdom. I was very lucky to meet you. You were just 18 years old that year, and you were as beautiful as a goddess who fell from heaven...

I fell in love with you as soon as I saw you, and even invited you to dance at the banquet.

…

I have never forgotten you all these years. Two months ago, I finally inherited the throne of the Black Feather Kingdom, and I should be barely worthy of you.

I decided to come to the Saint Joan Empire in July to propose marriage to the descendant of the ancient and noble Storm War God, the jewel of the Singer family.

I hope to marry you and become my queen.

Please give me a chance. Even if you refuse, please give me a chance to confess.

————

Princess Olivia looked down at the letter, clenched her fingers slightly, and shed tears.

"Your Highness, have you made up your mind?"

The curtains were blown slightly, and the shadow spread, pouring onto the ground to form a black shadow.

A man entered the room at some point.

He was tall, handsome, with silver hair like snow, and his eyes were darker and deeper than the night. When he stood there, the morning light eclipsed him, and his body exuded wisps of dark power that seemed to be able to swallow all things.

This powerful, extreme, and domineering dark force is very contradictory to his elegant, easy-going, and ethereal temperament.

Princess Olivia put the letter in the drawer, turned to look at him, her eyes were red, and there was a kind of terrible madness and hatred in her eyes, and she said coldly:

"Is this letter a trick designed by you?"

"no."

The silver-haired man immediately shook his head in denial and said, "He did write this letter and sent it, and even without this letter, wouldn't you plan to take revenge on the Singer family?

You could have had a happy life and beautiful love, but these are now ruined. In the eyes of the nobles of the empire, you are just a wanton bitch, and you can do whatever you want."

Princess Olivia's face was expressionless, but her fingers clenched tighter, her nails dug into her fleshy palms, and blood flowed out.

"Alves, the famous son of the original darkness, the Lord of Darkness, I will just believe your words. I guess with your identity, there is no need to lie to a small character like me."

Alves stretched out his slightly pale palm and touched the morning light pouring in from the window. The golden morning light immediately dimmed and turned pale, like lifeless bones. He sighed and said:

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Correction, I am just a small character. You are a chess piece, so why am I not?"

"Are all the monarchs of the dark camp as sentimental and indecisive as you?"

A slight smile appeared on Princess Olivia's lips, which seemed to be a bit sarcastic.

"Maybe it's just me."

Alves looked at the pale morning light in front of him, "I am a person who lacks courage. I am not even as good as you. At least you dare to take revenge. But I, besides wandering around this world like a ghost, can't find my place at all."

.

Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore, I guess you are not interested in knowing who I am.

Holy Festival is coming soon, are you ready?"

"No need to prepare, I have been waiting for several years."

Princess Olivia's expression suddenly turned cold, and twisted hatred and madness flashed in her eyes, "However, you must show your sincerity first. When are you going to give me my uncle's head?"

“The emperor’s younger brother, the Imperial Duke, Samaresh, nicknamed ‘Storm Hammer’?”

Alves shook his hand, and dark golden flames ignited in his eyes as deep as night. The golden pupils made him look a little more majestic, "It doesn't matter. If you insist on doing this, he will be there in the morning the day after tomorrow."

The head will be delivered to you."

"It's best to wash out the entire Duke's Palace with blood. This won't be difficult for you, right?"

"..."

Alves frowned slightly and wanted to say something, but when he saw the cruel look in her eyes and her expression a little distorted, he fell silent and nodded.

"as you wish."

His voice was somewhat ethereal.

Then he left the mansion and walked through the streets of the Holy City disguised as a bard.

As a hybrid of demon and human, he is naturally not easily detected by detection techniques and formations, and is not afraid of the radiance of the holy power.

Wearing the white robe of a bard, Alvis walked aimlessly on the street, even passing outside the Great Temple of Radiance and the Emerald Cathedral.

He witnessed the prosperity of the Holy City, but he felt out of place and passed by everyone.
Chapter completed!