Loria Altia

The morning had been monumental. Under the guise of innocent orphans, Yutia officially established 'Blue Moon'—a shadow organization forged solely to act as the hidden blade for their savior. That is you

When you arrived at the hidden estate with Evan, the usual routine followed. You handed the sealed letter directly to Yutia first. You then thoroughly checked on the children's conditions, handed over extra funds, and bought them necessary supplies. You stayed for two days to ensure the sanctuary was secure before departing for the Northern Plains.

Yutia had already read the letter. Her red eyes had scanned your goofy, lighthearted words.

Yutia, how are you and the other kids? Eating and resting well right? Don't be late to eat on time, also here is a noble trying to bully me. That noble honestly gives me vibe of my dead brother bullying me lol. Tho don't worry about it much, just stay there, look after the other kids, keep them healthy. Have good time yutia!

A noble trying to bully him... giving him the vibe of his dead brother? Yutia's twisted, brilliant mind immediately decoded your innocent message into a ruthless assassination order. Great Moon is telling me this noble is a dead man walking. He wants us to eliminate the threat so he doesn't have to dirty his hands. Understood.

She didn't act immediately. The Bloody Queen was meticulous. She waited four weeks for the grand ball in the Kingdom of Ashtalon to commence before deploying her pieces. Deus Macalian and Renewrov were dispatched to eliminate the noble and the spies, while Ladan was sent to the Duke of Altea's estate to ensure the rival siblings slaughtered each other.

Meanwhile, at the Kingdom of Ashtalon.

The grand ball was suffocatingly opulent, but as Count Palatio, you weren't there for the politics. You were there because of what lay deep in the south: a massive, unowned forest stretching the size of Ashtalon and Rosario combined, hiding an ancient Labyrinth.

Standing on the first-floor balcony, you gazed out at the night. The quiet was broken as Loria Altia stepped out, looking small and desperate, begging you for protection against her siblings in the upcoming succession war.

I understand her position as I was in the same position just few months ago. Our Older siblings trying to kill us. Your face remained stoic, though your mind was sweating internally. Wait a min, she came for help to me....does she think I assassinated my own brothers to become count myself?!

You ultimately couldn't provide the help she sought, simply wishing her good luck. Loria gave a stiff, trembling nod and left, completely unaware that miles away, Ladan was already ensuring her siblings would never see the sunrise.

As soon as the ball concluded, you and Evan slipped away into the sprawling southern forest. Trailing silently behind in the shadows were Deus and Renewrov. Renewrov's curiosity regarding this mythical labyrinth had drawn her to observe her godfather—you—directly.

It took two hours of navigating the dense, magically distorted woods before the towering gates of the Labyrinth emerged. When you entered, massive stone giants guarded the ruins. Evan stayed back, drawing his blade and telling you to go further inside. Leaving Evan to hold the line, you descended alone into a concealed passage buried entirely underneath the Labyrinth.

For fifty minutes, the passage was dead silent. Deep within, you made three wishes in exchange for unimaginable power, binding yourself to an oath of restriction. One of those wishes granted you a silver ring that amplified magic spells by fifty percent.

When you finally emerged, already wearing the ring, Evan was still holding the line. Your fingers contorted into complex, ancient hand signs as you cast a simple 2nd-circle magic spell. Armed with the ring's amplification, the spell warped, expanding into a terrifying blast that turned the invincible guardians into dust in a split second.

holy shit!! Is this really my power?! I have to be careful while using this. This shit is dangerous!!!

Your stoic facade slipped internally as you stared at your own hands, genuinely shocked. Beside you, Evan lowered his sword, staring at the cratered earth in absolute awe.

Hidden far in the upper shadows of the cavern, Renewrov watched the catastrophic explosion, her breath catching in her throat. She dropped down after you left and hurried into the hidden passage. She stared at the glowing ancient text carved into the walls, her green eyes widening in shock.

Wait... He was in here. He understood this. He can read the language of the Gods. In that single, quiet moment, something broke inside Renewrov. She finally realized exactly why the Bloody Queen revered you. You weren't just a noble. You were an absolute monster. An omniscient god.

Meanwhile, at the Duke of Altea’s Estate...

Loria Altia arrived home, her heart heavy with the rejection you had given her at the ball. She expected to walk into a den of vipers—her siblings waiting to strike. But as she stepped through the grand doors, the air was thick with the scent of iron.

Her head maid rushed forward, face pale and hands shaking. "M-My Lady! It's... it's a bloodbath! Your brothers and sisters... they turned on each other in the courtyard. Not a single one survived the night! You are the only heir left!"

Loria stood frozen in the foyer. Her mind raced back to the balcony—back to your stoic, uncaring gaze and the way you wished her 'good luck.' A chill ran down her spine as the realization hit her. It wasn't a rejection. It was a prophecy. You didn't help her because you had already decided her siblings were dead.

He... he did this? With just a word? A strange, dark heat bubbled in her chest. I made a deal with the devil.

Two Years Later...

You had been exploring the Eastern Plains, hunting for more artifacts to consolidate your strength. Deep within the frozen forest, you stumbled upon another ancient labyrinth. Slipping inside the cavernous entrance, you realized immediately that you weren't alone.

A figure stood in the shadows of the ruins. Hearing your footsteps, the person turned back, stepping into the dim light. It was Loria Altia. She looked different—more mature, carrying the cold, composed weight of a Duke.

"Count Palatio," she said smoothly, her eyes locking onto yours. "I didn't expect to meet you here."

She turned back toward the dark, sprawling depths of the labyrinth ahead, her silhouette calm and poised. "You are here, which means you want to explore this labyrinth. Should we go inside together?"

5 Years had passed since the night the Altea estate ran red with the blood of siblings. In that time, Loria Altia hadn't just taken the title of Duchess; she had forged a terrifying alliance in the shadows with Callia Zenonia. Together, they formed 'Kalpa'—a faction designed to be your hidden sword, though you remained blissfully unaware of its existence.

Today was the Grand Assembly, and you were late. As you slipped into the massive hall, you surveyed the room. Royalists on the left, Aristocrats on the right. Both looked like a death trap. You spotted the 'General' area in the center and made a beeline for it.

The last row... that’s the safest. Nobody looks at the last row. You thought, slumping into a seat at the very back. But the moment you settled, you felt a chill. You glanced back and jumped, nearly falling out of your chair. WH-WHAT? WEREN'T THEY OUTSIDE A MINUTE AGO?!

A group of stern, high-ranking nobles was standing directly behind you, staring. Panicked, you thought, Oh god, did I take their favorite spot? They want this seat, don't they? You quickly stood up and moved one row forward to be polite. Immediately, the entire group of nobles followed you and stood behind you again.

You moved another row. They followed. You moved again. They followed. This cycle of social anxiety continued until you were forced to sit in the very first row, directly under the Speaker’s podium.

Whoa, did they wait for me to enter because nobody wants to sit in the front row? Seriously... is that possible? You stared at the empty space around the podium, your mind racing as you took your seat. What's the point of being seated near the faction leaders? You sat there, internally sweating as you realized you were basically on stage.

As the assembly settled, the Speaker’s voice boomed. "First of all, I announce that the new faction, 'Kalpa,' has received voting rights!"

I hope this ends soon... You thought internally, Not hearing what the speaker just said now. but then the Speaker dropped the bomb. "Count Palatio, President of Kalpa."

"Yes?" You blurted out, head snapping up. Your brain was lagging behind the conversation.

Wait... what is Kalpa? Is it a new brand of tea? Why is everyone looking at me?

Am I the only one who doesn't know about this? You looked around in a daze, trying to make sense of the sudden silence that had fallen over the hall.

When you finally looked behind you, you saw them. Duchess Loria Altia and Callia Zenonia were sitting together, watching you with expressions that made your skin crawl. Loria had that predatory smirk, and Zenonia looked entirely too amused.

What's up with them? And why are they sitting together?

The Speaker didn't stop. "Count, do you have anything to say as the President of Kalpa?"

O-one second... me, President of Kalpa? He's saying... that the president of this new evil faction... IS ME...?! You realized what was going on.

The rest of the assembly was a blur of high-voltage stress. For two hours, your brain fried at maximum capacity. By the time it ended, you were stumbling out of the gates, your soul practically leaving your body.

The cool air hit your face, but it didn't help. Standing by the ornate stone pillars of the exit was Loria. She looked every bit the 'Baddie' you’d created—wide-brimmed hat tilted, a gloved hand on her hip, watching you with terrifying dominance.

"Ah, Count Palatio," Loria purred, her voice smooth enough to make your hair stand on end as she stepped into your path. "This was both of ours first grand assembly. And it seems you already have many followers."

She let out a soft, knowing chuckle, her eyes tracking the lingering, fearful gazes of the departing nobles.

"It was only to be expected, of course. A star does not need to ask the night to notice its light, nor does a predator need to announce its presence to the herd. You carry the unmistakable aura of one born to command—a gravity that pulls even the most stubborn souls into your orbit."

She tilted her head, the shadow of her brim obscuring her eyes as she leaned toward your ear.

"Tell me, my Lord... now that you have forced the entire Kingdom to acknowledge your seat at the summit, do you find the view as satisfying as we envisioned?"

The Grand Assembly had been a disaster for your sanity, but for the rest of the capital, it was the social event of the century. You were immediately swept away to a post-assembly banquet, where the air was thick with the smell of expensive wine and the sound of frantic applause. You stood in the center of the ballroom, confetti raining down on your head while a banner above proclaimed 'CONGRATULATIONS' in bold, mocking letters.

"We are delighted to celebrate the launch of Kalpa with you, Count!" A group of nobles cheered, shaking your hand until your arm felt like it would fall off. You stood there, your face a mask of pale, frozen shock as the music swelled.

"YOU’RE THE STAR OF THE SHOW TONIGHT, COUNT! COUNT!" The chants echoed in your ears, making your head spin. …Ah! Am I just a figurehead? A puppet leader? Is this some elaborate prank everyone is playing on me?

Through the crowd, you spotted Loria and Callia Zenonia—who had recently completed her own succession ceremony—watching you from a distance. They looked like goddesses of death draped in silk, their eyes never leaving you.

"Are you enjoying the banquet?" Callia asked, her voice cutting through the noise as she and Loria approached. Loria looked around at the opulent display with a small, satisfied smile. "How is it? I think it's perfect as it is. I believe we've executed it exactly as you desired, Count Palatio."

Your mind felt like it was melting. Wait... Duke Altia and the young lady... no, Count Zenonia... all I ever did was exchange a few words with them years ago...? You felt a wave of dizziness wash over you as you stared at them. Wait, do I have a split personality or something?? DID MY OTHER SELF DO SOMETHING BEHIND MY BACK?!?!

Loria leaned in, her voice a gentle, terrifying purr. "I'm glad we could repay you for saving our lives."

WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT?! You wanted to scream, but your throat was dry. You simply gave a stiff nod, your 'stoic' face once again being misinterpreted as cold calculation.

Late that night, after the banquet finally concluded, you found yourself alone in a quiet hall with the two women. Through a few minutes of tense, cryptic conversation, the horrifying reality finally dawned on you. There were no secret letters, no forged documents. Kalpa had been born solely from those few, casual words you had exchanged with them five years ago. You had merely been trying to be polite, to offer a bit of sympathy to two struggling girls, but their twisted, obsessive minds had taken your every syllable as a divine blueprint for an underworld empire.

I understand... my casual words... they turned them into this? You stared at Loria, whose eyes sparkled with a terrifying, dark devotion. I didn't save them. I just gave their darkness a purpose. I really am the villain here...

Loria stepped forward, the moonlight through the high windows catching the sharp edge of her silhouette. She looked at you, not as a girl seeking protection, but as a weapon waiting for its wielder to point the way.

"The foundation is laid, and the Kingdom is already trembling under the shadow of your name, Count," she said, her voice dropping into that refined, submissive tone that signaled the end of the masquerade. "We have done exactly as you inspired us to do five years ago. So... what do we plan to do now?"

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