His emotions held no value to her.
She despised the messiness of emotional attachments—the endless cycle of hope, disappointment, frustration, and the brief burst of hope that always followed.
It was an exhausting process.
What she needed was entirely different.
「You are not qualified at all.」
What she sought was the strength to silence anyone bold enough to utter such words in her presence.
In this world, where men alone wielded power, she would rise above them all and make it clear that she, Jin Ye, was their ruler.
Her goals were well within reach.
No one refused to kneel before her, and even the creature that had plagued the land for 300 years—the Flutter Scourge—was nearly eradicated.
There was no room for emotions in all of this.
As Seoyeop was about to leave the room, Jin Ye’s low and steady voice called him back.
“Seoyeop.”
He froze at the doorway, sensing something faint in her subtle tone—hope.
