Whether she lived or died, whether this world existed or perished, none of it mattered.
She only wanted to love, to love someone, even if it would sink her soul into the depths of hell.
Destruction and Eternity
On the morning of Dichi’s execution, it was still very dark.
The secret prison was heavily guarded. Just a slave, normally not worth considering, but with previous precedents, Mis could no longer be certain what crazy things Ilso might do. To ensure absolute safety, he still had to do this.
A black high-end bulletproof car wove through the bushes, driving at high speed, stopping outside the prison in the blink of an eye.
Armed guards closely watched the car's every move. If anything seemed amiss, the firepower would blast the car to pieces.
The car window opened, and the driver turned his head, saying grimly: "Do you dare point your guns at me?"
The guards were shocked: Wasn't this Prince Fucks, who was said to have gone missing? His arrogant and wild tone, and cold expression, could not be mistaken.
"P-Prince Fucks!" The guards immediately signaled everyone to lower their guns and stand at attention.
Fucks, wearing a black military coat, emerged from the car and walked into the prison.
The guards hurried to follow: "Prince Fucks, may I ask..."
Fucks didn't look at him: "I want to see Ilso's little dog. Do you have any objections?"
The guard swallowed his questions: "No... none."
As an important member of the royal family and the empire’s highest military commander, Fucks could freely enter and exit the secret prison. However, Prince Fucks, who had been missing, was not known to have reappeared. Why would he suddenly appear here? Not just him, but all the guards were stunned as Fucks swaggered past.
No one dared to speak. It was said that anyone who angered Fucks would meet a miserable end.
Arriving at Dichi’s cell, Dichi was lying on the bed, snoring. Her hair was not messy, her body was not emaciated, her complexion was not pale. Despite knowing she would be executed today, she seemed quite comfortable.
Fucks sneered, kicking the iron bars mockingly: “Ilso’s little dog, time to go to the oil cauldron.”
His kick was loud, waking Dichi. She opened her eyes and yawned. Seeing Fucks, she was disappointed: “Oh, it’s you. I thought it was Ilso.”
