“Speak your final wish.”
Freya, who had died and returned countless times, already knew the truth.
This wasn’t salvation—it was the twisted game of an enemy emperor.
“My wish is… to become the Empress of the Karl Empire.”
She had only said it to spite him.
“I hereby declare that I shall take the King of the Havern Kingdom as my Empress!”
Unbelievably, the endless cycle of death… ended.
But then—
“I heard your so-called husband committed adultery with another woman?”
“You truly remember nothing, do you?”
“I’m not… into forcing people. If you don’t want this, I’ll let you go.”
The emperor behaved strangely.
***
Life in the Karl Empire didn’t go as she expected.
“That woman is already married! And yet she dares to become Empress?”
The former Empress Tana glared at Freya with barely concealed malice, her desire for the emperor palpable.
“If you fail to fulfill your purpose by the end of this life… you’ll vanish forever.”
A mysterious being appeared in Freya’s dream, whispering a cryptic warning.
Growl!
Out of nowhere, a suspicious little dog leaped out of the bushes and went wild every time it saw the emperor.
“You’d rather look at that dog… than finish talking to me?”
The emperor, for some reason, despised the dog with all his being.
“I will get you back… no matter what.”
And then, there was the man who wept in silence at the sight of her.
Then one day.
“Please… we beg you, save us from our own foolishness.”
A flood of memories surged into Freya’s mind, memories too heavy for one person to bear.
