Chapter 132: Contract Signed
Twelve years old. A child witnessing her family’s destruction.
"The loyal guards smuggled me out while the palace burned," she continued, crimson tears gathering in her eyes. "I’ve spent years in exile, building strength to reclaim what was stolen."
Years of preparation. That explains her master-level abilities and knowledge.
"Every attack on the current royal family is an attempt to weaken their hold on my family’s throne," Lola explained, her voice carrying the weight of generational conflict. "But I’m not strong enough yet to face King Maltheon directly."
She’s been conducting a one-woman war against superior forces. Incredible dedication.
"When I first approached you, it was because of a prophecy that the bearer would help restore the rightful heir; that’s why I’ve tested you initially." She admitted with growing emotion. I hoped you might be the one foretold to help me reclaim my birthright."
There is a prophecy?
"But seeing your weak power and kindness..." Lola’s voice broke slightly. "I realised I didn’t want to use you for my vendetta. You deserve better than being dragged into a war that isn’t yours."
Noah’s mouth twitched. ’Weakness...that’s rude, but true.’
The weight of her revelation settled between them like a bridge toward understanding. Noah finally comprehended the true scope of what he’d stumbled into—not just random criminal activity, but the last princess of a fallen dynasty fighting to reclaim her heritage.
Royal exile seeking restoration. Her attacks on Prince Malphas weren’t terrorism—they were legitimate attempts to weaken a usurper’s hold on stolen power.