Chapter 2747: Unknow Voice

Date: Unspecified

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Location: Zhongguo (China), Liaodong Province, Shuntian Prefecture, Shenyang City

As she listened to the princesses, Martha finally confronted what she had been avoiding ever since they set out: regardless of how they justified it, their actions here would completely sever the ties between the Zhongguo Empire and the Kingdom of Scots no matter how good and tight they had been previously.

And it was already too late. The princesses were more resolved than ever to reclaim the Dragon Dicing Saber from the Zhongguo Imperial Family.

From the way they reacted whenever the matter arose, Martha could tell they carried resentment toward the Empire, believing it had forced their mother to sacrifice herself. But that was not the truth.

It had been Princess Corey the First’s choice. If she had wished to leave, she could have walked out of the palace with her daughters even after giving birth. Her strength was beyond measure, and the means at her disposal were unfathomable.

However, Martha knew that grieving princesses would not listen to reason having learned the truth of their birth. They revered their mother, who had sacrificed herself so they could live. If there was even the slightest chance of reaching what remained of her, they would pay any price.

And the only thing left of Princess Corey the First was the Dragon Dicing Saber locked within the Imperial Palace.

There was nothing Martha could say that would dissuade them. That was precisely why she had brought them here. If the confrontation was inevitable, then the least she could do was remain close and try to contain the damage when they attempted to reclaim the saber.

She had witnessed what the princesses’ chivalry was capable of. She also knew the Zhongguo Imperial Family would never willingly surrender the Dragon Dicing Saber. No matter who prevailed in the clash to come, the Kingdom of Scots would be the one to suffer.

Martha thought this way because she understood the limits of power, even extraordinary power. The princesses were formidable. Their Chivalry was terrifying in potential and power, even capable of erasing an empire. But their heart would never allow them to do that. They were grieving and confused right now, but they were not the evil that could erase an empire just because they could.

If the princesses took the Dragon Dicing Saber and left blood in their wake—especially imperial blood—the surviving members of the Imperial family would never forget the humiliation and trauma inflicted upon their empire. They would make the princesses their greatest enemies and condemn the Kingdom of Scots as equally guilty by association. They would preserve the grievance across generations, biding their time to avenge their ancestors.

When they eventually recover and consolidate their power, the magnitude of the trauma inflicted by the princesses would not be forgotten but become a deterrent. Fearing her strength and the possibility of retaliation if they sought vengeance on the Kingdom of Scots, they would bide their time for generations, preserving the grievance until the opportunity arose to avenge their ancestors.

This was precisely why the royal family and nobility of the Kingdom of Scots never used Princess Corey the First to launch a campaign of world conquest. But they had considered building an empire around her strength, and plans had been drafted. But she was too powerful to be controlled, and any ambition built upon her would ultimately depend on her will.

The point was this: the Empire did not ground its authority in distant gods. Its people revered their ancestors. The imperial family derived its legitimacy from lineage and ancestral continuity, holding that the Emperor carried a divine mandate passed down through blood. To insult the throne was not merely to challenge a ruler. It was to dishonor a lineage sanctified by generations.

That was why restraint was essential. The princesses had to retrieve the Dragon Dicing Saber without spilling imperial blood. Only then would there remain space for the Kingdom of Scots to negotiate peace over time, rather than inherit a feud that would last generations.

"Martha, do you hear that? A voice is calling to us," the princesses in their combined form said. The voice was familiar, yet distant. Ethereal, yet strange.

They turned toward the window, following the pull of it. The sound seemed to drift from the direction of the Imperial palace. The moment they identified its source, something inside them shifted. A hollow sensation opened in their chests, as if a fragment long torn away had suddenly stirred. An ache followed. They felt an undeniable urge to go to it, to reclaim whatever had been lost, to become whole again.

"I’m sorry, Your Highnesses, but I don’t hear anything," Martha said. She scanned their surroundings, the entire room on high alert. She even expanded her mental field, she probed the area carefully, searching for the presence the princesses described. But there was nothing, not even a whisper, fluctuation, or disturbance. Whatever was calling to them, she could not perceive it.

"Martha, wait here. I’m going out for a while," the princesses said suddenly, no longer able to endure the constant pull of the voice calling to them.

Martha froze, noticing that the princesses had not said we, but had said I.

The princesses preferred their combined form for its mobility, but they had never considered themselves a single individual. In fact, they disliked when others treated them as one and the same. For them to refer to themselves in the singular was not merely unusual. It was deeply unsettling. It felt as though something had shifted within them, as if the voice calling from the palace had begun to blur the line between two wills.

"Your Highnesses, this could be a trap," Martha said quickly, stepping after them.

The princesses turned and fixed her with a stern glare. "Precisely. Which is why you should remain here. Or better yet, leave the city and hide beyond its walls. I will come find you once this is over."

Their tone allowed no argument. Whatever was calling them, it had already begun to take hold of their mind.

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