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How long has this been going on? I can't believe people's goodwill anymore.

It may have been from the moment it was born, or from the moment it came to mind.

Unbelievable is a misrepresentation, and perhaps it was something that I had in mind when I was born.

Or later.

It might have been when I learned about my mother's shallowness or when Rafa Southern Doll chose to kill her.

It seems that my mother was the son of a fallen aristocratic family.

I don't know the truth because I heard it from my mother.

If you want to look into it, you can look into it, but if you find out the truth again, nothing will change. Still, the information remained beyond suspicion.

I don't care about the information on those eyebrows, but to be sure, it was three years before I was born that she started working for the court.

At that time, my mother was hired to serve the Imperial Palace.

Maybe it's because I was born lucky. It may be because there was a certain level of rank, so the whole street was cultivated.

Since the appearance of the person was not enough to be appreciated by the beauty and surroundings, it may have been adopted with an emphasis on glamour and so on.

Nevertheless, she was to serve the royal palace, where she had a physical relationship with the king she met, and gave birth to a daughter named Rafah. That's all that matters.

Of course, my mother wasn't a real wife or a side room.

My father had a wife and two daughters. To him, his mother was nothing but an affair. I was playing with him overnight.

There was no love for the opposing mother, and she met her father only as a means.

To regain my position. To look back on the human we've looked down on.

You have begotten me with only the desire for power and vengeance.

The only thing that was unhappy for my father was that the person he was cheating on was the incarnation of his own desire.

A child born from the incarnation of lust would have had such a royal character at first glance.

Light golden hair and purple eyes with abyss.

It is a genealogy of genes passed on to the royal family from generation to generation, and it was obvious that I was born with the blood of the royal family if I had seen my father and portraits of his ancestral kings.

My father initially said it was a problem that could be solved with money.

Like a servant, if you give me several times the money I can get in my life, I will live away from the royal palace and secretly.

But my mother was much greedier than my father thought. Money alone was not enough.

Her aim is revenge. Not for a specific person. I was going to avenge everything in the world that had tormented me.

She kept telling me.

You're supposed to be a king. No matter what you do, you will be king. Use any hand. Whatever else you sacrifice. And make me happy.

It was the curse my mother cast on me. My mother kept cursing me like a normal parent hugged her child.

Such a time lasted for nearly ten years.

As I grew older, the kings could no longer ignore my existence.

I looked like my father to the point where I could no longer escape him. It's so much better than my sister.

The minister who admired his father decided to hit him next. If you can't calm me with money, I flickered that I would also consider using force.

The point was, it was a threat. I tried to suppress my mother by force if I couldn't use the money.

But there was a miscalculation.

My mother was no weaker than a threat. He had the flexibility to confront threats head-on.

He gathered the nobles who were against the royal family, and tried to create a confrontational force by taking charge of the mythical daughter who draws royal blood.

Reckless attempt. How dare you challenge the royal opponent face to face.

But unexpectedly, there were many people who honored the shrine made of straw.

It was just a match of interest. Stupid mothers who don't stop believing their daughters should be kings, and nobles who want a little power.

Soon, the straw god grew so large that no one could control it.

The more people involved, the farther away things are from their original form.

The forces that were initially just means of self-defense turned into forces against the royal family one day, only to overthrow the royal family.

My mother was not a man with the means to accomplish something. She is a small woman who can't control her own desires.

As more people admired her, the degree of mistakes grew.

When I can truly defeat the royal family, I can make my daughter king. I began to behave as if I could be king.

Wrong. As a child, I knew that too.

You're just a normal person.

Something went wrong, and I had a relationship with the royal family for just a moment, and I'm a human being under people. Human beings deserve to be used by others.

She didn't know such an easy thing.

My mother finally began to act to overthrow the royal family.

Believe it's the cause. It's like a mission to make your daughter king.

But from the side, it's just a coup.

It's not going to succeed. It was obvious from history, and above all, it was strange for the coup d 'état to succeed, which had no faith in the principal and had only a dazzling appetite.

But I don't even know that much.

It's obvious that if you fail, you'll be killed. Your wish to make your daughter a king will never come true.

I tried to persuade him many times. I think you should stop being stupid.

Every time, my mother said.

─ ─ You are a man to be king. You'll be king no matter what. Use any hand. Whatever else you sacrifice. And make me happy. This is the time.

Mother made the choice to go ahead blind.

I didn't think it was the right time.

─ ─ You are a man to be king. You'll be king no matter what. Use any hand. Whatever else you sacrifice. And make me happy.

It was a curse. The curse my mother cast on me, the meaning of my birth.

─ ─ You are a man to be king. You'll be king no matter what.

Yes, I must be king. You can't die in a place like this. Because I am the one who should be king.

─ ─ Use any hand. Whatever else you sacrifice.

For that reason, you can use any outrageous hand. You can truncate anything. As long as I am king in the end.

─ ─ And make me happy.

So I decided to sacrifice my mother's happiness. I decided to cut it off.

Briefly speaking, I sold my mother. In the hands of the Prime Minister and his father.

And my mother was to be executed. For inciting a coup d 'état against the royal family.

There was too much evidence that he had been betrayed by the people at the heart of the coup. The black-black girl had no other path left but to be killed.

Instead, I chose loyalty to the royal family, and my father took it from me.

The Prime Minister seemed to disagree, but his father decided to publicly acknowledge the existence of a daughter named Rafah.

Isn't that just an emotion?

I just decided that it would be easier to treat you as my daughter than to let someone with royal blood go wild and have a similar coup again.

That's a stupid choice. Because I have not given up my way to the king. Because the curse hasn't been lifted.

Being recognized as the king's daughter means that I have formally acquired the right to be king. I approached the throne. I made no mistake.

On the day my mother was executed, I had the last chance to see her face.

She told me with the blade around her neck.

"I wish I hadn't had you. This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't been born. I can die. Sometimes they treat me like a bandit. Everything went crazy because of you."

No, you were wrong.

"I had no hope. I think I can look back at them. When you get everything. Without you!

No, I'm not wrong about anything.

Because I kept your word.

─ ─ You are a man to be king. You'll be king no matter what. Use any hand. Whatever else you sacrifice. And make me happy.

Because I decided to be king at the cost of your happiness. Whether you hate your real parents or hate them. I have to be king.

That's what you wanted from me. That's what I was born for.

And when he is born a son of the king, he shall stand at the top of man. You're the only one who's taught me how to live like that.

So I made no mistake. It's the right thing to do.

Even the choice to kill my real mother will be all right as long as I become king. It can be the right path for sorrow.

That's why I have to be king at all costs. We can't die in the middle of the road. Whatever else you sacrifice, you take the throne.

That's the only way to justify the choice to kill my mother. Because there is only one way to affirm your own outrageous deeds.

My mother was then cut off in front of me.

As the blood splash jumped, I saw that the light was being lost from the eyes with resentment and understood everything.

I'll take this stupid mother as the worst woman I've ever had.

I liked it enough to be cursed.

On that day, the human form of Rafah Southern Doll was decided.

He likes to commit atrocious and outrageous acts, and assassinates his bloody biological sister on only one side, and defeats everything that stands in the way of the throne of the king.

A tyrannical princess named after history.

Ironically, with the death of the woman who tried to avenge everything, the curse was completed.