Chapter 230: Voice Island (1)

Sophien’s life was concentrated on a specific section. It was the time of her poisoning, repeating infinite death. However, the truth at that time and the anger at the person who poisoned her weren’t that great. She didn’t have much interest either. Perhaps this was also a kind of defense mechanism, thanks to the Professor who shared those memories with her.

In her mind, those days had been purified to some extent, and even if she killed and destroyed everyone behind it, nothing would come back to her.

“The reason you hate the… Demon Blood?”

However, Sophien harbored a strangely passionate hostility towards only the Demon Blood.

“Right.”

At Ahan’s question, Sophien leaned back and let out a warm breath.

“The citizens of the Empire hate the Demon Blood. The reason is that they make money with the powers of a demon and enjoy a better quality of life than them.”

A very small amount of dark energy flowed through the veins of the Demon Blood. Because of that, each of their clans possessed demonic powers. Reading other people’s thoughts, psychometry for extracting memories and sensations from specific objects, magic eyes that evoked emotions through eye contact…

The power of a demon, distinct from magic, didn’t require any special learning or training. Many Demon Blood succeeded with their innate superpowers among those in the Empire.

“But my reason is different from theirs.”

Gulp-

Ahan swallowed. Then, Sophien grinned, looking at the sky outside the window, and muttered softly.

“I have no reason to ostracize the Demon Blood.”

“…What?”

“I hate the Demon Blood for no reason.”

“…”

Ahan blinked a few times as Sophien’s lips twisted into a sneer.

“That feeling is getting stronger day by day, and now it is an impulse and a desire. As if I were born to hate them…”

As such, the Demon Blood was a race that highlighted Sophien’s flaws. The Demon Blood proved that she was not perfect but filled with deficiencies. However, what about it? In the first place, an emperor wasn’t supposed to be a perfect human. It was just one of the statuses that humans born with a certain bloodline could aspire to.

“Of course, some of them have also plotted to assassinate Kreto and me. And, when I was a child, there was a time when I mistakenly thought that my curse was due to them.”

Sophien took a drag off her pipe.

“It doesn’t matter now.”

Blowing out blue smoke, she looked down at Ahan and met her gaze.

“…Ahan. Didn’t I tell you?”

Instantly, the air in the bedroom grew sticky.

“That maybe I could be a monster.”