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    As they drew near, Cien issued a cold warning to Ian, her voice so subdued that only he could hear her.

    “…There’s no turning back now. This is your last chance.”

    Despite the threat, the man displayed no visible reaction.

    The emotions in the man’s eyes remained unchanged. If anything, much like before, she only saw sympathy and pity.

    She couldn’t stand that.

    Sympathy and pity were the privileges of the strong. Therefore, it followed that the recipient of these sentiments was deemed weak.

    In other words, Ian regarded her as someone beneath him.

    What was even more vexing was that, deep down, she felt it was an accurate evaluation.

    Ian Percus was strong.

    Be it his skills or his mental fortitude, he was strong in every aspect. He remained calm amidst the unrelenting hostility of countless people and stood firm under the might of the imperial family.

    Had it not been for her childhood memories, she might have gracefully accepted her defeat.

    But unfortunately, she had yet to escape from her haunting nightmares.

    That was why she continued to threaten him of his impending fate even as her voice quivered.

    “With a single word from me, your sister’s company will crumble and be ruined. The same fate awaits the Percus territory… So kneel and beg for my forgiveness.”

    She continued to threaten him, but the intent was the same—this was his last chance.

    The man listened silently to the princess’ elaborate scheme.

    Cien’s voice, as she described all the various methods she would employ to dismantle the Percus family, bore a subtle hint of desperation.

    However, Ian’s reaction, even after hearing all that, remained bland.

    “…Your Imperial Highness.”

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