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

Chapter 397: Nightmare I'll Never Forget

Because they weren't just watching history.

They were watching the last breath of a hero.

The recording resumed.

Chaos had erupted.

Screams tore through the hall.

Nobles backed away in horror, scollapsing to their knees, others clutching at each other as if the floor might

collapse beneath them.

“NO!!™

A royal attendant’s shriek cracked the air.

“The King! The King—he’s—!"

Soldiers still standing let out guttural, instinctive cries, battle hardened men reduced to helplessness in a single

moment.

The assassins, cloaked in shadows, froze.

Even they, ruthless, inhumanly fast, detached from emotion, looked momentarily shaken. Their masks turned

toward one another. Their feet stilled.

One of them even took a half step back, as if this was not the outcthey'd intended. Not like this.

But in the center of it all

Nnenna didn’t move.

She was frozen. Eyes wide. Chest heaving.

She didn’t blink. Didn't cry.

Just stood there, shattered.

The sound of the chaos around her warped, muted, like the world had suddenly fallen underwater.

The camera zoomed slightly on her face.

Her lips trembled. Her arms hung limp at her sides.

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King Ikechukwu’s body wavered. His towering frame, once so immovable, faltered. His knees gave way.

And then

He collapsed.

But before his body could strike the floor

Nnenna lunged.

She caught him, arms trembling under his full weight, his blood pouring onto her robes. The camera picked up

the exact moment her knees buckled from the shock, but she didn’t let go.

She held on.

The aucaptured it all, her sharp breaths, her panicked whimpers, the sticky sound of blood as it soaked her

silk.

Too warm. Too heavy. Too much.

She looked down at his face.

Her fingers gripped his shoulders, shaking violently as she tried to hold him upright.

And then

He opened his eyes.

The camera zoomed in slightly.

He looked at her.

And for the first tin her life, that gaze... it wasn’t cold.

It wasn't distant.

It wasn’t full of judgment or formality.

It was... soft.

As if seeing her, not as a political pawn, not as a princess, not as the quiet girl in the corner of royal affairs, but

as someone he cherished.

Someone he had once known.

Someone he had... loved.

He seemed to be seeing someone through her.

@CrownWitness: I'm crying so hard. His eyes. HIS EYES. He seems to be looking at her with this love I've never

felt before. Is this how a father should love his daughter? | don’t understand?

@NnennaRedemption: Am | the only one that thinks something's off with that look in the king's eyes?

@BladeAndHeart: Blood soaking her dress, and she still held him. This scene is killingemotionally.

@HeirToPain: You could SEE it in his eyes. Regret. Love. Peace. But what's he regretting?

@SilentWitness77: This... this explains everything. King Somto, Nnenna their innocent of king Ikechukwu’s death.

King Vladmir almost turnedagainst my favourite royal siblings!

The hall had fallen into a reverent hush. It was as if everyone was paying their last respects to King Ikechukwu.

Tears rolled freely down faces, nobles and guards alike.

Even the most stoic among them were wiping at their eyes, pretending it was just dust.

An older noblewoman clutched her chest and whispered, “Why does that look seem like a man loving a woman

and not a father loving a daughter?”

A junior knight murmured under his breath, “That day is a nightmare I'll never forget.”

The silence was thick. But not empty.

It was full, of emotion, of grief, of reawakened memory.

No one in that room would ever see King Ikechukwu the sagain.

And Somto?

He had just let the truth speak for him.

The video ended.

The screen faded to black.

And silence... returned.

Not the silence of anticipation this time

But the crushing kind that comes after a shared heartbreak.

Wine glasses remained untouched.

Golden plates of delicacies sat cold and forgotten.

Trays of steaming meats and sugared fruit glistened, but no one moved to take a bite.

No one had the appetite for luxury anymore.

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A deep shift had settled into the atmosphere of the royal banquet. One moment ago, this hall had been a place

of formal politics, mistrust, and tense alliances.

Now?

It was a memorial.

Nobles pushed their chairs back quietly. Swiped at their eyes, others lowered their heads in guilt or

reverence.

The ministers of allied nations whispered to their aides.

“We didn’t know it was this deep...”

“He really did die a hero...”

“And Somto... didn’t hold back the pain to protect himself.”

Even those who had earlier questioned Somto’s intentions now found it hard to meet his eyes. The truth had

been laid bare, and no one could pretend to be unaffected.

Nnenna wasn’t okay at all. All this just reminded her of what she was finally coming to terms with. Her adopted

father doing something so unpredictable, taking a sword for her. Her face turned pale.

Princess Chimeg of Roxurun, known for her sharp tongue, placed her napkin on the table softly. “I've lost the

taste for celebration,” she murmured.

Foreign guests who had traveled across lands stood and offered bows. Seven crossed the room to offer

quiet apologies and codelence to Somto, Nnenna and the rest of the royal family.

One by one, like ripples in a pond, the dignitaries of powerful kingdoms expressed their regret, without being

prompted.

The smood has infected the online community as well.

#RespectToTheFormerKing

@LoyalToLionara: | can’t believe | was watching this for and scandal... now I'm just crying. Respect to the

royal family. Rest in Peace King Ikechukwu

@HeartacheDinner: Who TF can eat after that??? | feel like | just buried my own king &

@WrongAllAlong: We judged Somto so harshly. And he never yelled, never played victim. He let us see the truth.

I'm sorry, Your Majesty.

@BanquetGoneSilent: This was supposed to be politics. Instead, it beca funeral. We all owe this family an

apology.