"The death of your father, the chaos in Zerata, it's all your fault."
Trasia remained unmoved upon hearing this, only a hint of a cold smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Ridiculous.
Since when can a tool person bear such a big blame?
If it weren't for the Dark Monarch's plot against the Goddess of Wealth Shirek, today's disaster wouldn't have happened. Even if she hadn't been chosen, the Dark Monarch would have picked some other offspring. She, a tool person, was merely climbing upward, fighting for her own interests, even at the cost of serving with feigned loyalty and paying a considerable price.
Trasia's will was incredibly determined.
Unlike the much-favored Asas, whose mother had an extraordinary status, he arrived at the Bottomless Abyss with a high position.
Trasia climbed up step by step, with knives and guns, from an overlooked offspring to the most cherished daughter, not knowing how many enemies she had killed, nor how many siblings she had dealt with.
