Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

"Your Excellency, what are you talking about?" The young girl looked at Malin with a bitter smile on her face, "Everything I just said is from the bottom of my heart. From the moment I was born, I received a good education. My father told me, when I was just old enough to understand, that as his eldest daughter, I was destined to become a princess used as a tool for political marriage. But even if his daughter was to become a tool, she should have her own talents, for only then could she win her husband’s favor. In this world, there is no love, only lonely souls clinging together for warmth. If a woman cannot defend her home, then she has no reason to exist. This world has no need for the weak."

At this point, the princess furrowed her brow, "Now, my father’s teachings have become reality to me. Thus, I have no regrets for doing everything I can for my family. However, my status forces me to choose a powerful man as my husband. But still, I wonder, if he could be a little younger, a little more handsome, that would be perfect... and you, you are my best choice. I can’t imagine the cost I’d have to pay for missing out on you... So, I am trying to gain your consent, even if it means being humble or... a bit more proactive."

"Your Highness, my path is to shatter the old world. Under my command, workers, farmers, everyone in this world with a conscience, will be those I protect and defend. I aim to create a world without nobility, a truly just world; a world not even the God of Justice has created; a world that would even make the Evil God feel fear! Do you understand what I mean, Your Highness? I intend to crush this entire old world, I am undermining your very foundations! I am destroying the soil that sustains your existence! For you, I am the herald of death, I am the bell of destruction, I am the end for all of you... I will put an end to your reign, for as long as ’forever’ may last, so will the end of your time." Malin said this angrily, glaring at the girl before him, "Now that you have heard all I have to say, do you still wish to be my bride?"

"Why not?" After hearing all this, a smile bloomed on the girl’s face, "Your Excellency, my father’s death was of unknown causes, and everyone says he was killed by Chaos’ assassins, but who knows to whom the hand that held the dagger truly belonged. So... everything you said, to me, it is the bell of revenge, the call to arms, the judgment... Mr. Malin, I beg you, pity me. You don’t even need to love me. Our marriage will be the most exquisite transaction, you are the Merchant, and I am the merchandise. We are the perfect match made by fate itself. For the sake of revenge, everything on this land, including myself, will be the hammer and anvil you need to smash this old world."

Malin sighed deeply, "Your Highness, you are forcing me to kill you. My cause does not need the ghosts of revenge; what I need are Mortals who aspire to save the world. You say you believe in the Sage Moriti, but you are betraying her with what you’ve just done!"

"Malin, why reject her?" A voice arose beside Malin.

Malin turned his head as if seeing the owner of the voice for the first time, with a look of bewilderment, and disbelief.

"Malin, you need everything she has to offer, something I cannot give you," said Faye, smiling at Malin.

"But you can give me the warmth she cannot. She would sell her soul for revenge!" Malin pointed at the girl in front of him.