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She continued.
Now’s not the right time to dawdle.
“Make a bet with me.”
Arnoa formally requested with a small smile. She looked at the man in front of her once again.
Anakin’s colleague. A genius wizard who was said to possess a talent that has never been seen in the past 100 years.
The real gift that Anakin gave her was him.
“…What do you want?”
“I don’t want Vainas to sit on the throne.”
She said, looking at his cat-like face, who asked her with seemingly invisible curiosity.
“So if I win–”
“…If you win?”
Arnoa breathed in quietly. She knew very well what Anakin was suggesting. The two of them knew each other well enough to see through each other’s souls.
“…I’ll get a divorce and–”
She spoke in a quiet voice.
“I’ll be the emperor.”
Bel’s beautiful silver-gray eyes grew bigger than before, and Arnoa let out a small laugh.
There was nothing to think about. There was no other way.
No, why does she have to do that if there’s another way?
When Luciano was the emperor, who imprisoned and persecuted her, she kept her mouth shut while being married off to Dirhan, which was equivalent to an exile. And now they have come to this. Her brother couldn’t even run the country, let alone save his own life.
Because of his death without having a successor, the future of the empire as well as Arnoa’s was shaken.
All the hardships she’d been through so far brushed past her head.
The horror when the maids, who had been taking care of her inside the small tower, disappear one by one because of treason, Luciano’s continuous ill-temper and verbal abuse, Arien’s ignorance, Vainas’ mockery, and Count Estea’s assassination attempts.
And if she were to stay still, the new humiliation she would face as the empress next to Vainas.
Arnoa’s sufferings would never end.
Unless she clutched that power herself.
She should have realized it earlier. Why did it take so long?
“You, the messenger of the empire, acknowledge me as the emperor.”
When Arnoa finished speaking, heavy silence filled the room. Her smile deepened as she saw Bel with widened eyes.
She felt how precious Anakin was. He predicted what kind of decision his friend in a dilemma would make and sent one of the strongest allies in the world to her side.
Waiting for you, Anakin.
In other words, come back as an emperor.
***
Arnoa asked.
Bel murmured in a small voice.
“The reason for the bet was to induce my help after all?”
She nodded with a proud face. Bel closed his eyes gently and opened them again.
All of her words made sense.