LE LIBERTIN ET SA VENGEANCE

As the wedding reached its third movement, the city's bells abruptly fell silent. I stepped into the hall through a pool of blood, my sword dragging behind me, screeching against the stone floor. My black war robes, long torn to shreds by the northern blizzards, flapped like a tattered banner in the wind. The assembled nobles recoiled in unison—except the emperor. He remained seated, fingers tapping lightly on the arm of his throne. Tap. Then again. "Jean Suel," he finally spoke, his voice like a fissure cracking across an icefield. "Your mother stood just like that before she died." I laughed. With a flick of my blade, I sent seven imperial guards flying. Suddenly, text erupted before my eyes— 【Fate Line Activated: Regicide or True Dragon Heir?】 【Warning: Current Affinity -99. Princess is weeping behind her veil.】 【Hint: Your mother’s keepsake is hidden inside the wedding ring. Look now!】 The princess’s fingers trembled slightly. That ring, engraved with the empire’s twin eagles, shimmered under the candlelight in an eerie crimson hue. I knew that shade well—twenty years ago, when she smeared poison onto the marriage decree and murdered my mother, her nails were stained the same red. "Do you really think you're here to crash the wedding?" The emperor rose, his dragon robe rippling as if caught in a gale. "This marriage was set up for *you* from the start." With a thunderous crash, iron nets dropped from the four corners of the hall. Twelve elite assassins emerged from hiding. But I spun around, drew my sword—and the hilt snapped, revealing half of a yellowed baby swaddle cloth embroidered with a star map only royal blood could know. "Wrong," I sneered, plunging the blade into the old scar over my heart. The moment my blood touched the star map, the entire imperial ancestral temple began to tremble. Text flooded my vision: 【Truth Unlocked: The Outcast = Exiled Crown Prince】 【System Announcement: Revenge Meter at 100%. 'Crown Seizure' Ending Unleashed】 Jean Suel, le deuxième fils du Marquis Nordgard, a feint d'être un libertin depuis son enfance parce que sa mère avait été tuée par Madame Première, Mila Dupont. Quinze ans plus tard, il a finalement vengé sa mère.