Transmigrated as a Fat villain: All heroines are after me

Chapter 37: - Alora's Heart is as pure as Gold

In the grandeur of the imperial palace, maids and servants bustled about, their voices harmonizing like a chorus, all in praise of the innocent and pure Third Princess, Alora Vi Vendal.

Her presence was like a beacon of purity, and she moved through the palace with an air of grace that earned the admiration of all.

"Have you seen how kind she is to everyone even if she is just eight years?" one maid whispered to another, her eyes full of adoration.

"Yes, truly a heart as pure as gold," her companion replied, nodding in agreement.

Alora, with her eyes filled with innocence akin to a beautiful butterfly's gentle flutter, had an aura of ethereal purity that charmed those around her.

It seemed as though the palace itself held its breath, not wanting to disrupt the serenity that radiated from her.

As Alora's graceful silhouette disappeared into the shadows, the innocent butterfly continued to flutter its wings, completely unaware of the cold and calculating eyes that had been observing it.

To most, the butterfly's buzzing was nothing more than a negligible sound, but to the one who despised it, it was an irritation beyond measure.

With swift and deliberate precision, Alora's hand closed around the delicate body of the butterfly. In a cruel and heartless gesture, she tore those crystal-like wings from the calm butterfly's body.

Her face remained cold and emotionless, with only a slight hint of satisfaction twisting her lips as she watched the once-beautiful creature flutter in agony before falling to the ground "I despise things clinging to me"

Unbeknownst to the girl, not far away, two observers bore witness to the chilling scene.

A man and a woman, their presence commanding attention.

"Isn't she a cruel one, my dear?" The voice dripped with authority, and it belonged to none other than the Emperor himself.

"She is, after all, your daughter, your Majesty," replied Alora's mother, her words laced with a blend of caution and pride.

A glacial glint passed through the man's eyes as he heard his wife's comment, his lips curving into a cold smile.

"Indeed, she is."

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"Your Majesty, did you summon me?" Alora inquired, facing her father.

"Yes, I wanted to offer you an opportunity," he replied, his eyes cold and devoid of emotion, a chilling presence in the room.

"What kind of opportunity, Your Majesty?" Alora asked, a hint of satisfaction flickering within her as she thought, 'Finally, it's time.'

"I will grant you the chance to inherit the throne, much like your brothers. However, you must prove yourself," he declared, his voice unwavering. "Your brothers have their supporters, and you will need your own. Use the academy as your foundation to ascend to the throne."

"May I ask, Your Majesty, why you favor me in this manner?" Alora inquired genuinely, her eyes fixed on her father's.

"Because," the Emperor replied, his eyes gleaming with ruthlessness, "you are just like me when I was young."

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As a luxurious carriage glided down the road leading to Valeria Academy, a figure sat inside, gazing out the window.

Her hands were folded neatly, legs crossed, and her eyes held a chilling demeanor.

"Your Highness, we have arrived," the carriage driver announced.

Upon hearing these words, the girl's facial expression transformed into one of innocence, beginning her act.

"Thank you, Coachman, sir," she replied with a warm smile, while her thoughts raced, 'Now, the only thing left is to see what this Academy has in store for me.'

"It's been my pleasure, Your Highness," the coachman responded, unaware of the duality hidden behind that smile.

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<Alora's POV>

As I approached the stone tablet for my Awakening, I understood that the power I would receive would determine my destiny.

Placing my hands upon the Awakening Stone, I watched as a radiant light shimmered, revealing a single word etched into the stone: <NeuroGrim>.

At that moment, I felt an unshakable certainty wash over me—I was destined to become a ruler.

Now I need to find some 'friends' to help me check my abilities.

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Seated in the classroom, I began my quest to find potential 'friends' However, it quickly became evident that none of them were as easy to approach as they appeared.

Being far from naive, I understood how they managed to secure their positions here without catching the professors' scrutinizing gaze.

Lost in thought, I momentarily tuned out the lecture.

My attention snapped back when the professor posed a challenging question to a boy seated in the corner.

Based on my observations, it seemed impossible for him to know the answer, yet he responded with remarkable precision.

The topic hadn't even been covered in class yet, and not everyone in this room appeared to be as normal as they pretended to be.

My curiosity piqued further when the professor remarked that the answer was a bluff.

I couldn't help but wonder: How could he dare to do something like that in front of the professor? And why did he exude such unwavering confidence? Was he oblivious to the risk of losing credibility? Well, at least I had identified a potential 'friend' earlier than expected.

AUTHOR NOTE::

"I use (.) to represent time or scenery changes. Hope it's not confusing."

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