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“What do I have to do for you to love me?”
Athanasia looked up at the person in front of her with a tear-stained face. But her father, Emperor Claude, coldly looked at his daughter, who was crying at his feet.
“Should I become like Jennette? Then will you love me? Then will you warmly call my name? If I just work harder….”
Her beautiful step-sister. As if it wasn’t enough to take what little honor Athanasia possessed, she also stole Claude’s love.
Athanasia was at her limits. She didn’t know what else she needed to do.
“Will you hug me in your arms instead of pushing me away?”
“Over my dead body.”
“How come!?”
But Claude didn’t hesitate. He didn’t even blink at seeing his obedient daughter crying in despair.
“But I’m also your daughter! I was with you for longer than Jeannette was!”
Athanasia begged with all the courage she could muster. This was Athanasia’s first and last plea. She had never asked for anything else. But her king, her father, was cold like ice to the very end.
“Foolish being.”
Claude pushed away the frail hand that was holding onto his leg. He looked at her with contempt. A cruel voice crept into her ears.
“I’ve never considered you my daughter.”
Athanasia felt more desperate than she ever had in her entire life. A deep despair was visible in her glimmering blue eyes.
The figure that watched from afar could only shake his head at the sight. It was pathetic—a pathetic daughter created by a pathetic father like him.
Well, the plan would be completed without any setbacks.
Destroying the Obelia Empire would be similar to blowing up a mountain. So much fun with a lot of flair.
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Cale had made a deal. A deal with the incarnation of death itself. He agreed to live through another life to save his world.
He allowed his soul to be transferred and lived this life once.
He died once as Cale Henituse and soon became Caelus de Alger Obelia, the first and only prince of the Obelia Empire.