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Myurin Prasias Nacha. She was the Princess of the Nacha Empire, and the current imperial proxy entrusted with full authority. All found her to be an intelligent, bright, and capable woman. Even from a young age, she had excelled in her studies, proving her sharpness and intelligence in many fields.
When she was born, the emperor of Nacha had yet to become a war-obsessed monster. The Black Slime, the Empire’s guardian deity, had also still remained within the Empire. Perhaps because of that, there was talk that the Black Slime had bestowed a blessing upon the newborn princess.
Indeed, Myurin had been that bright.
She followed her father’s philosophy to love people, to live with gratitude, and to fulfill her duties. There had been no doubt that she’d one day take the throne. She threw herself into learning statecraft with desperate determination. While perhaps lacking common sense in other areas, when it came to governance, her talent was undeniable.
However, her brilliance had yet to truly bloom because years ago, a certain incident had shattered her spirit.
- Why… Why won’t you kill them?! Do you think I enjoy staining my hands with blood?!
Those were the words her father, the emperor, had spoken in a dark, damp prison. He’d shoved a bloodstained sword into her trembling hands and demanded she execute the man and woman bound before her.
The emperor, once her gentle and loving father, had become unrecognizable, terrifying and alien to her. She hadn’t even had time to wonder why he had changed...
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