Daughter of the Emperor

I met him in the cold winter times years ago.

It took me exactly nineteen springs to face him properly and look into his eyes while speaking.

-End. The Only Emperor (Author’s Point of View)

When discussing about the history behind the great Agrigient Empire, there was one man who would appear without fail. A man everyone knew about.

The one man who laid the foundations for almost all the existing fields in Agrigient and achieved the most prosperous era in the history of the Empire and the land. One couldn’t imagine how beautiful the capital of the Agrigient Empire was during that specific time. It had been a few thousand years since that era had passed, but still, one could still be thrilled to live in the same land as the great Agrigent.

Agrigient’s history, culture, economy, politics, art, science, and everything else which was looked after during those days.

The only era in Agrigient’s history that everyone longed for was short-lived. However, considering its historical, political, and cultural impact of that era, could it really be referred to just as an mere ‘era’ or something more?

A historically known Agrigent which originated from the Winter Tree and its existence since the mythological age which still couldn’t be proven by many, Agrigent’s worst tyrant of all the time, the greatest tyrant Agrigent would ever see or witness

The one name which everyone in and out of Agrigent knew without fail because of the tasks he did and his achievements.

Caitel Lereg Ilestri Pre Agrigient

Duration of 483~ 589

The 21st Emperor of Agrigient, beloved father of Princess Ariadna.

-Good Night, Mister. (Author’s Point of View)

“Just promise me one thing. one thing only.”

A midsummer day.

A lovely woman resembling the freshness of the spring spoke under the late setting sun while shone on her.

Serious expression on her face which she never held making her seem like a puzzle waiting to be solved.

She didn’t seem to hold any mischief in her face, just a kind smile as always had.

The cherry-colored hair gently distracted everyone’s who was around. The same went with her cherry-colored eyes which always held a firm gaze when speaking to someone.

The beautiful woman, like the cherry blossoms which would scatter, asked for a promise that would be difficult to keep with her soft spoken lips.

“For our children who will be born later, I hope a better world awaits them.”