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Chapter 9 You Can’t Defeat Me
The silver-haired princess kept hypnotizing herself that it was time to wake up from tonight's miracle, so she came to the library on the second floor of the palace.

There are constructed golems that are managed daily here. In addition to the rich collection of books, there are also various daily newspapers and magazines, and there is even a magic network that can be browsed. However, it only has the LAN of the Holy Tree Palace. Most of Lesia is open to the outside world. All knowledge is obtained from here.

She planned to wash away the distracting thoughts in her mind with abundant knowledge.

His fingers passed over a row of books and stopped on a certain bookshelf.

"Empire Expansion - Building the Branches of Prosperity"

"[The Branch of Prosperity] As the dictator of the empire, I don't understand it at all. It is necessary to supplement this knowledge."

Lesia deceived herself like this, then took down the tome, held it in her hand and started browsing.

"[Branch of Prosperity]. During the period of the Empire's great expansion, it was not a noble family that was given out to guard the border, but an absolute duke title bestowed upon the local natives after they were conquered by the [Holy Tree of Glory]. It is not a subordinate relationship with the Empire, but more of an alliance relationship?"

"The Branch of Prosperity has signed an alliance with the Empire to protect each other. Their territories do not have to pay taxes to the Empire. The Despot enjoys full governance rights in their own territories. The only time he needs to defend the Empire's borders is when facing foreign enemies."

"Why did the [Holy Tree of Glory] make such an oath when it could have directly annexed us? This is another incomprehensible move, God."

Lesia couldn't help but look at the scenery outside the window. On the second floor of her palace, there happened to be a fairly open field of vision, and she could see the pale golden shadow above the Holy Tree Palace.

In the dark night, the shadow of the sacred tree stretched up, covering up the brilliance of the stars, spreading beautiful and soft golden light all over the imperial capital, which was so spectacular that it was suffocating.

Although this phantom is just a simple projection and cannot even reveal one ten-millionth of the true appearance of the [Glory Holy Tree], it is still majestic enough.

The God of Heaven [Holy Tree of Glory], the ancestor of the empire, protects the great existence of human beings who have survived from the Dragon Catastrophe Era, established a country, and prospered the territory.

In this empire named after him, the [Ultimate Holy Tree] is the absolute master of heaven. Although the gods usually do not interfere in the mortal world, the empire implements the will of the [Ultimate Holy Tree]. The empire must They also abide by the holy laws of the [Glory Holy Tree].

The vast majority of people in the empire devoutly believe in the divine ancestor, but Lesia's feelings towards this towering sacred tree are very complicated.

If it weren't for the oracle of the [Glory Sacred Tree], she would have died long ago. But leaving herself, a bastard, to linger and inflict torture and punishment on her body one after another. Why is the great god so cruel?
Just as Lesia was thinking, a golden leaf shook off from the shadow of the holy tree and accurately landed in front of the silver-haired princess.

"Do you have to come tonight? It's obvious that I'm rarely in a good mood."

Quietly staring at the floating leaves in front of her, Lesia let out a long sigh, then showed a contemptuous smile.

"What are you going to take away this time?"

The silver-haired girl grabbed the golden leaves without hesitation and said, "Take it away as you like. Anyway, I have nothing and nothing to lose."

The moment it touched the golden leaves, the latter turned into a stream of light and fell into Lesia's body.

"Uh!!!"

In an instant, Lesia was overwhelmed by the huge pain, lost all awareness of the outside world, fell to the ground and twitched violently.

The power from the gods washed over her body.

Like being bitten by thousands of insects, the flesh and blood melt and the body burns away.

Her soul seemed to be whipped, and unspeakable pain flowed back through her limbs like waves one after another, causing Lesia to toss and turn on the floor of the study, constantly letting out vomiting roars.

The skin all over his body began to crack, bright red blood oozed out, the bones were creaking, and horrifying cracks appeared at the corners of the eyes, joints, and lips, and pale golden light filled these cracks.

Every second of pain is enough to cause an average person to have a nervous breakdown.

"Is that all? Are you tickling me?!"

Corycia clenched her fists while twisting and trembling, and grinned in unparalleled pain:
"Not enough! Not enough to make me beg for mercy! Don't ever think of making me beg for mercy!"

"Is this all divine punishment? Don't let me underestimate the gods!!"

Such painful torture was already commonplace in Leixia's life. Since she regained consciousness, the punishment from the [Holy Tree of Glory] came one after another. Sometimes it was once every six months, sometimes once a month, sometimes even once a day. There was no regularity, as if it was completely determined by the God Ancestor's mood. He would torture the dragon-blooded bastard severely when he felt like it.

She had prayed to the gods, hoping with great piety that the gods would show mercy without punishment;
She had cursed the gods and insulted the divine ancestors with incomparable venom for their unreasonable torture;

But no matter how she tried to communicate, she couldn't get a response.

More than once, I hoped that someone could save me from the sea of ​​suffering; more than once, I had the idea of ​​​​committing suicide.

After endless resentment, pain and sorrow, Lesia finally realized.

All abuse, hatred, punishment, contempt, curses, and insults are all bullshit.

She chose to grit her teeth and laugh at fate and injustice.

"Come on, come on, God or man, you can kill me, insult me, torture me! Let me struggle pathetically like a maggot! Let this bastard suffer all kinds of pain!"

The boundless pain that was turning into bones seemed to be thrown aside by Lesia. The flames in her heart drove the delicate girl to beat the ground angrily:
"But you can't defeat me! You can't defeat me! You can't defeat me!!!"

"This is what you call bullying. The means you can use are ridiculous to me!"

Leixia seemed to no longer feel any pain, and only felt a tragic joy in her heart: "I want to see how much more ridiculous cruelty fate has prepared for me to amuse myself!"

She opened her mouth and really laughed loudly.

The cruel torture seemed to last for centuries, and Lesia blocked all the whining with a will as strong as steel.

Finally, the tsunami-like feast of pain came to an end. At the end, Lesia felt her left eye being wrapped in a burning sensation.

"Pfft-"

The final sting came with a shock that made Lesia faint.

The consciousness of grief and anger sank into chaos.

When Lesia's consciousness returned to her body, the first thing she felt was the emptiness in her left eye.

Needless to say, she was partially disabled, which was actually not a bad thing, at least her ability to see was not completely taken away.

But since I have already started to lose my left eye, I am afraid that my right eye will not last long. I have to adapt to the days without light in advance.

It's just blindness. What's there to be afraid of in the dark?

Anyway, there is nothing in this shitty world worth her nostalgia.

Reaching out to touch the wound, Lesia touched rough gauze.

The silver-haired princess was stunned for a moment. She remembered that she had not been bandaged.

"Good morning, Your Highness Lesia, I came to visit you as promised."

A soft and gentle voice came from the side. Lesia turned her head slightly and saw a scene that made her brain shut down:
A handsome and elegant man sat beside the bed. He was dressed in a slim black formal suit that made his figure upright and upright. The gentle breeze blew through his soft broken hair. His charming cyan purple eyes were as calm as the lake water in early spring, reflecting the shimmering waves.

The morning light outside the window hit his body, covering him with a thin layer of gold sand.

"Because you didn't respond for a long time, I entered the dormitory without permission and did some simple treatment for your injuries. I hope you don't mind. After all, emergency matters should be followed."

The young man with black hair and purple eyes smiled as brightly as a prince in a fairy tale.

The prince who will ride on a white horse to marry the princess.

(End of this chapter)