For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 104

The seventeen-year-olds at the academy and the thirty-seven-year-olds were at the same level.

But among them, the most detestable was undoubtedly the Empress.

‘Oh my, she looks just like her mother—so pretty. But she’s also bound to suffer because of men, just like her mother.’

How childish to cruelly mock a seventeen-year-old girl. But powerless Eugenie couldn’t respond at all.

‘Who do you think you are, talking bad about my mother?’

Even Silvea Howard herself wouldn’t have become Empress without the Schroder family’s well-known magic stone mines.

Without that, she would have been nothing.

Eugenie despised Theodora Norton’s foolishness as well.

She hated how, even though she cried over her husband’s infidelity, she stubbornly refused to divorce him. Eugenie hated when Theodora would vent her frustrations on her.

But Eugenie couldn’t just brush off those words, because she was Theodora Norton’s daughter. She was responsible for the collapse of her mother’s marriage.

‘Just wait.’

Someday, she would make her pay.

She wanted to slap the cheek of Empress Silvea, who smiled as if the world belonged to her and led the mockery. Even though Eugenie was a powerless seventeen-year-old, she harbored hatred.

‘I’ll destroy the very foundation that lets that woman laugh and talk over others.’

She would watch to see if that woman could still smile and laugh after everything that made her who she was was taken away.

Because she was Eugenie Norton. She was Theodora Fay’s daughter.

The hatred that seeped into her heart would never fade, no matter what she studied. It always surged up again and again.

In her undergraduate thesis, and throughout her graduate studies.

Even if it seemed impossible, she dreamed of Silvea Howard’s—or rather, Silvea Schroder’s—fall.

Since that seemed too difficult, she made sure to ruin Apollin’s wedding.

She wanted the Empress to pay attention to Apollin or at least share in the humiliation.

She had released her frustrations in such small, petty ways.

And now, as she drove the holy bullet into the shoulder of this long-haired pervert, Eugenie felt a rush of joy. She saw the man’s shoulder turning black, just like the tree branches had earlier.

“Ugh, ugh…”

“If you’re gone, she’ll be hurt too, won’t she?”

The power that swirled inside her body began to heat up and solidify like a mirage.

It was only the second time, but she now clearly understood. This was the sensation of using magic, and in this moment, she could ruin her opponent as she wished.

“Ughh!”

The heat from her hand gripping the holy bullet spread through her chest. Over his shoulder, the skin, from the nape of his neck to his jawline, began to turn a dull black.

‘Just a little more!’

Meanwhile, the black curtain surrounding the space was gradually thinning. The heavy darkness was being met with a force from the outside, causing thin, winding lines to spread across the surface, like a glass dome shattering.

But before she could squeeze out more power, a large, white male hand grabbed her wrist.

“This time… let’s leave it at this.”

“Let go of me!”

Alokes gazed at the woman, who was fiercely striking his wrist with the edge of her hand, her vision blurry with pain. Despite being drained of energy, her movements were like those of an angry cat, thrashing around.

‘This is fun.’

The pain from the holy power, her magic, and the edge of his hand was excruciating, but he was thoroughly enjoying it.

If he took her back now, it would be straight to the ‘furnace,’ and the pleasure he had felt after 500 years would vanish instantly. Silvea was already furious enough…

‘I need to adjust the plan a little.’

Alokes would have to go back, make adjustments, and find a way to placate the enraged Silvea. He looked at Eugenie Norton, breathing heavily, and smiled contentedly.

“Then let’s meet again next time, Fay child.”

With a thud, the last of the curtain shook, and the sound of black glass shattering echoed loudly in all directions.

* * *

After the loud crash, like a broken wall mirror, her consciousness sank into darkness.

‘Damn it, did I pass out?’

Still unconscious, Eugenie assessed her state. Then, she made a firm resolve.

During the break, she would never visit the professor’s office again. At least not until she destroyed the long-haired perverted bastard and Empress Silvea…

“Eugenie, wake up.”

“Norton!”

Before she could solidify her resolve, two men shouted loudly in her ears, causing her to open her eyes. Gradually, familiar figures began to appear as her vision cleared.

“Carter… Napier.”

It seemed they had also encountered some branches, as small scratches appeared on their faces and the backs of their hands. The three of them were now in a sitting room filled with sunlight pouring through an arched window.

“Eugenie, are you okay?”

“…Carter. Did we all die and end up in a heaven decorated like a sitting room, or are you looking down at me while I’m still alive?”