The only user of the continent, the pioneer of the golden route, the savior of the people, and the great name of Ketricia Elponhaines.

No one doubted that she would be the next emperor of this empire. At the enthronement ceremony as a princess, until she collapsed with blood.

It's only been two years since he lost and collapsed like that, and the Grand Duke Achiliz Nemertor, who is called the master of the gold, appears to Ketricia, who was trapped.

"Marry me, princess. If it's this much, you'll know for sure. You're not in a position to refuse my words."

It was a vicious proposal made after deliberately lingering around Ketricia for two years and overlooking her pain.

But Ketricia had to hold that hand.

"I need to bring the plan forward within 6 months."

All her plans to survive, return to the imperial palace, and become an emperor.

Because Achiliz was going to put wings on it.

I didn't know at that time.

How did he reach out to himself?

"How can I continue to hate you for a thousand years. Really... I hate you, princess."

But it wouldn't matter if I knew.

"It's pretty romantic? You loved me for a thousand years."

In the end, it was decided from the beginning who was holding the leash.