Four years had passed.
And in that ti, I had changed a lot.
For one, I was no longer a helpless, squishy baby.
I was taller now, my limbs more refined, my movents graceful in a way that was almost unnatural for a child my age. My silver hair had grown long and silky, cascading down my back like liquid moonlight, shimring in the right angles of light.
And my eyes?
Still mismatched one a deep amber brown, the other a vivid, piercing green.
And my stats?
Well.
They had changed a lot.
[ STATUS WINDOW ]
Na: Elyzara Thorne
Race: Highborn Tyrant (?)
Title: Imperial Heir of Velmoria
Level: 10
HP: 1000/1000
MP: ???
Strength: 30
Agility: 28
Intelligence: 85 (Prodigious Genius)
Charisma: 110 (Absolute Charisma Overload)
Luck: -5 (Still Unfortunate, But Less So)
The first thing that stood out?
My charisma had skyrocketed.
At first, I thought maybe the system had glitched, because 110 was an absurd number.
But no.
It was very real.
And I had seen the consequences of it firsthand.
I didn't just look good.
I was absurdly, unfairly stunning.
The kind of beauty that commanded attention wherever I went.
Even as a child, people stopped mid-step when they saw .
Maids and palace servants would blush when I spoke, stamring as they tried to answer my questions. So knights visibly panicked whenever I glanced at them.
It was honestly ridiculous.
But the best part?
The maids no longer feared .
They feared my mothers.
And that was hilarious.
Because even though I had grown up surrounded by the most terrifying rulers in existence, the maids had finally realized I was the only sane person in the entire palace.
aning?
They trusted .
And they actively helped .
Which was a huge win.
[ New Passive Effect: Natural Leader. ]
Yeah, yeah. I got it.
But today?
Today was different.
Because today, for the first ti in my entire life I was leaving the palace.
It started early in the morning, when the maids arrived with my outfit.
And oh, gods.
They went all out.
My dress was a masterpiece.
A deep midnight blue, embroidered with shimring silver threads that ford delicate, intricate constellations across the fabric. The sleeves were long and flowing, slightly sheer, draping elegantly past my wrists. The high collar was lined with soft fur, luxurious but subtle, adding to the regal elegance of it all.
And the finishing touch?
A small, silver crown, delicate yet intricate, placed carefully atop my head.
I looked like a miniature empress.
And when I stepped in front of the full-length mirror I had to pause.
Because for the first ti since being reborn into this world, I fully realized sothing.
I didn't just look cute anymore.
I looked powerful.
Elegant. Regal.
Like soone who could bend the world to her will with just a smile.
And considering my charisma stat… that might actually be true.
"Princess Elyzara," one of the maids said hesitantly.
I turned to face her.
She squeaked.
I sighed.
Yeah. This was my life now.
The mont I stepped outside my room, my mothers were already waiting.
Verania's golden eyes lit up the second she saw .
"My little empress!" she declared, sweeping into her arms before I could escape. "You grow more magnificent by the day!"
I let it happen.
Mostly because there was no escape.
Sylvithra, standing beside her, tilted her head slightly as she observed .
"She has the look of a ruler," she murmured.
Verania bead. "Of course she does. She is our daughter."
I tried not to roll my eyes.
"Are you ready, my love?" Verania asked, stroking my hair.
I nodded. "Yes, Mother."
Verania visibly lted.
Sylvithra sighed. "You spoil her."
"She deserves to be spoiled."
Sylvithra didn't argue.
Instead, she simply extended her hand toward .
I took it.
And together, we stepped out of the palace.
The mont we entered the city, I felt it.
The shift.
The entire atmosphere changed.
People stopped what they were doing.
The streets, once filled with chatter and movent, went silent.
And , all at once Everyone bowed.
It was simultaneous.
A sea of people dropping to their knees, heads lowered in submission.
The only sound was the wind.
I had never seen anything like it.
I had never felt anything like it.
The sheer power of this mont was almost overwhelming.
And yet…
I felt completely at ease.
Because this?
This was my world.
And it was mine to shape.
Sylvithra, standing beside , spoke softly.
"They fear us," she murmured. "But they will also love you."
Verania nodded. "You are the future, Elyzara."
I took a deep breath.
Very gently I smiled.
The people gasped.
And just like that the entire city was mine.
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