They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 386: What an Unusual Gift

King Seungho chuckled quietly to himself, “And to think | planned to gift a song...”

The moment was lingering, but court protocol called things to order again. A high ranking attendant walked

forward, bowing, then raising his voice gently:

“The gifting shall now continue.”

And so it did.

Next was Ebere.

The hall quieted as she rose.

Ebere had always carried herself with poise, always the calm within storms. As she stepped forward, her heels

clicked softly against the marbled floor.

Her expression was unreadable but steady, her gift cradled in both hands.

A few in the crowd whispered softly.

“Is that Princess Ebere? | haven't seen her in public in months.”

“She used to be Somto’s shadow... wonder what she'll bring.”

“She was the most vibrant one, right?”

“You don’t remember what happened smonths ago in the grand ball? She was completely overshadowed by

her sister.”

She stopped before Somto and gave a graceful, formal bow, deep, respectful, not just for a brother, but for a

king.

Then she lifted the gift: a leather bound planner, large and regal. It shimmered subtly under the grand chandelier

lights. The cover was embossed with the royal crest, and beneath it, etched in clean silver:

“For the Reign That Will Change the World.”

The edges were gilded in real gold. Each page inside was hand treated, layered with watermark-like designs of

past rulers. A fusion of modern function and historical legacy. A planner only a true heir would deserve.

When she spoke, her voice was clear, gentle, yet strong.

“To the King who now carries the weight of generations... may you always have clarity, structure, and strength in

your every step. Let this guide you in times of chaos and remind you of the vision only you were born to hold.”

Somto nodded once, eyes softening, his fingers brushing the edge of the planner with care.

The nearby royal servant, stepped forward and received the gift from Ebere’s hands, then carried it to the

display where all the other treasures now rested under watchful eyes.

The hall rippled with murmurs:

“That planner is so beautiful.”

“Ebere seems to always thinks ahead.”

“That planner is like having a direction right?”

“The planner is intentional... you can feel the meaning.”

“That gold trim alone costs more than my house!”

Online comments rolled in rapidly

“Y'all I NEED that planner in my life.”

“Why is this so poetic? I'm crying.”

“Forget cute notebooks. GiveTHIS ROYAL LEGACY JOURNAL.”

“Princess Ebere just gave him a tool to plan world domination. I'm not even exaggerating.”

“If she releases a replica version, I'm buying ten.”

Sfans began sketching mock up versions. Others clipped her moment and titled it “The Sister's Silent

Blessing.”

Even though the noise in the hall had resumed, there was something quietly touching about the gesture.

Abuchi’s performance had stirred their emotions, Ebere’s gift sealed it with grace.

Nnenna was next.

She had no idea you were even supposed to prepare a gift.

Now, standing there with her nalready called, she was internally scrambling. What was she supposed to

give? She had nothing ready. Nothing wrapped. Nothing grand. Her mind raced, but then steadied.

She reminded herself that sometimes, it wasn’t about the gift itself. It was how you gave it. The manner, the

poise, the intent.

If she walked forward timidly, like someone who had nothing, who forgot the customs, like someone out of place,

then yes, it would be embarrassing. For her, and worse, for him.

But if she walked forward like a queen in her own right...

Then even a leaf could seem like the crown jewel of the empire.

So she straightened her shoulders.

She had already asked a servant to bring her a parcel holder, one with a soft cream colored pillow on top. Her

quick thinking gift now rested on it.

And so she walked.

Confidently.

Gracefully.

All eyes turned.

Sguests were puzzled. What was she about to offer? What could possibly be inside that small display?

“Is that it?”

“She's really walking up there with that?”

“Wait... is she serious?”

“I can’t see it well. What is it?”

But her composure silenced every whisper.

She wasn't trying to be confident. She was confident.

It was enough to make even the most judgmental pause.

They couldn’t see what was on the pillow yet, but the way she carried herself... it made them hesitate. Maybe

there was more to this than met the eye. So, they stayed calm and simply watched.

Somto’s eyes never left her.

He had felt her approach before he even saw her.

He didn’t know what she was carrying, and honestly, it didn’t matter. His heart was beating in ways it hadn't the

whole ceremony.

And not because of nerves. Because it was her. And whatever she gave him, even if it was just a shoe she once

wore... it would mean more than the mountains of gold and palaces gifted today.

A rare warmth curled inside him. And a strange flutter.

He felt himself relax, more than he had allowed himself to since the ceremony began.

He watched every movement. Every step. He was struck again by how brilliant she looked in her outfit, by how

people’s perception of her had shifted the moment she moved with intention.

Nnenna felt a bit nervous and embarrassed to be giving him something like this, especially now that he was king.

You were supposed to bring very fine gifts, priceless things. But what could she do? Not giving anything was

even worse. So she just walked forward and presented her gift.

A scented handkerchief. She embroidered it herself. It wasn’t new or wrapped or bought for this moment. It was

simply hers.

She had folded it carefully and placed it gently on a parcel holder with a soft pillow, hoping, maybe, the

presentation would distract from the content. But anyone with sharp eyes could tell what it was.

Still, she walked with steady steps.