Chronicles of an Empire

Copywriting In the third year of my exile in the interstellar, I betrayed the core secrets of the Hill Mine with the bribe of a can of beer. I am a thief, an alcoholic, a bad person with no bottom line and no faith. So the core secrets of Hill Mine are only worth a can of beer in my eyes. Later, I embarked on a journey of exile again because of this can of beer. In this universe where order has collapsed, I still thrive by relying on my slickness and despicability. In fact, I once had faith, but after the death of the Imperial Prince, my faith no longer existed. Until I met again, the man who successfully bribed me with just a can of beer. The man has a pair of very charming amber eyes. Those eyes once stared at me with such a sweet and clinging expression, but now they show the determination of a predator when preying. "How did the former Imperial Prince's Guards Commander end up in such a predicament?" I looked at the man and felt a slight shiver run up my spine. - I lied to myself that I no longer had a heart, so that I would not feel pain again. But in fact, I still feel pain, every late night when I can't sleep. I'm not a thief, a drunkard, or a bad person. I am the blade that shattered the empire, I am the surviving survivor, I am the never-acknowledged widow of my lost love. I thought I would be in pain like this for the rest of my life, and I thought I would never fall in love with anyone else again. However, it was not until much later that I understood that a successful revolution should be used to commemorate a failed revolution, and a more unforgettable love should be used to heal the scars left in my heart. - "I loved someone..." "How much love? Do you love me more than you love me now?" "There is no way to compare this kind of thing. I love him so much that I am willing to die for him, but falling in love with you makes me want to continue living." - The prophecy said that I am the sharpest knife in the empire, but the prophecy did not specify whose empire this empire would be. This time I want to live for myself. - Intention: Faith is immortal.