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Chapter 199: Lara The Empress · Nov 05, 2026

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151 Chapter 151: The Past Catching Up 2026-11-05
152 Chapter 152: Left Alone 2026-11-05
153 Chapter 153: The Passport To The Past 2026-11-05
154 Chapter 154: The Passport to the Past 2 2026-11-05
155 Chapter 155: The Past That Refused To Be Remembered 2026-11-05
156 Chapter 156: The Sword Master and the Warrior Princess 2026-11-05
157 Chapter 157: Tension In The Air 2026-11-05
158 Chapter 158: The Uninvited Guest 2026-11-05
159 Chapter 159: The Uninvited Guest 2 2026-11-05
160 Chapter 160: Fragments That Bleed 2026-11-05
161 Chapter 161: The Patriarch 2026-11-05
162 Chapter 162: The Patriarch 2 2026-11-05
163 Chapter 163: The Legend 2026-11-05
164 Chapter 164: A Legacy Buried In Myth 2026-11-05
165 Chapter 165: A Legacy Buried In Myth 2 2026-11-05
166 Chapter 166: The Seed Of Doubt 2026-11-05
167 Chapter 167: Old Acquaintance 2026-11-05
168 Chapter 168: Rekindling Old Flames 2026-11-05
169 Chapter 169: Rekindling Old Flames 2 2026-11-05
170 Chapter 170: The Protective Brother 2026-11-05
171 Chapter 171: A Brother’s Suspicion 2026-11-05
172 Chapter 172: The Space Between Them 2026-11-05
173 Chapter 173: The Weight Of What Was Lost 2026-11-05
174 Chapter 174: The Weight Of The Past 2026-11-05
175 Chapter 175: The Night That Didn’t Sleep 2026-11-05
176 Chapter 176: The Night That Didn’t Sleep 2 2026-11-05
177 Chapter 177: The Night That Didn’t Sleep 3 2026-11-05
178 Chapter 178: The Morning After 2026-11-05
179 Chapter 179: The Scare 2026-11-05
180 Chapter 180: The Venom of Jealousy 2026-11-05
181 Chapter 181: Her Ancestry 2026-11-05
182 Chapter 182: Unspoken Claims 2026-11-05
183 Chapter 183: Liam and Amelia 2026-11-05
184 Chapter 184: Yannis and Lara 2026-11-05
185 Chapter 185: The Reluctant Surgeon 2026-11-05
186 Chapter 186: Her Doubts 2026-11-05
187 Chapter 187: A Walk With Yannis 2026-11-05
188 Chapter 188: The Forged Weapon 2026-11-05
189 Chapter 189: Amelia’s Defiance 2026-11-05
190 Chapter 190: Liam’s Apprehension 2026-11-05
191 Chapter 191: The DNA Test 2026-11-05
192 Chapter 192: The Weight of a Name 2026-11-05
193 Chapter 193: Echoes of a Broken Lineage 2026-11-05
194 Chapter 194: Echoes of a Broken Lineage 2 2026-11-05
195 Chapter 195: Echoes of a Broken Lineage 3 2026-11-05
196 Chapter 196: The DNA Test Results 2026-11-05
197 Chapter 197: Shay’s New Daddy? 2026-11-05
198 Chapter 198: Father and Daughter Moments 2026-11-05
199 Chapter 199: Lara The Empress 2026-11-05
200 Chapter 200: She Remembered! 2026-11-05

Artemio continued, his tone now stripped of mockery, replaced by something far more dangerous—certainty.

”The day you were born, your destiny was cast in stone.”

A flicker of confusion crossed her face. ”Destiny? What is my destiny?”

”The vendetta, Lara...the blood feud.” he cut in, his voice like steel, ”as the eldest, you have to carry it out.”

Silence.

The world around them—the distant voices, the sound of tools against stone, the rustling wind—seemed to fade.

Lara felt it then.

Not just fear but something colder.

”...Blood feud with whom? Is it your enemy?” she asked, her voice quieter now, but no less steady.

Artemio studied her for a long moment, as if measuring how much she could take.

Then he said—

”Not just my enemy, Lara,” he said quietly. ”It’s yours too.”

The answer landed flat.

And they both knew it.

Lara leaned forward, fingers curling against the edge of the table, her composure slipping just enough to show the crack beneath. ”Can you stop hiding behind riddles?” she pressed. ”Say it. Directly.”

For the first time since that afternoon began, Artemio changed.

Barely.

A flicker in his eyes. A subtle tightening at the corner of his mouth.

”You really don’t remember.”

It was not a question.

Then he laughed—low, jagged, and wrong. The sound crawled under Lara’s skin, raising goosebumps along her arms.

”So you’re not pretending,” he murmured. ”I thought Yannis had already finished his work on you.”

Something in the way he said it made her chest tighten.

Made everything feel worse.

Her thoughts snagged, looping back, clinging to his earlier words like a splinter she couldn’t pull free.

You were not meant to live as Lara Fuegerro...

Artemio’s words did not simply linger—they struck

, reverberating through her mind like a shout hurled into a cavern’s depths....not meant to live as Lara Fuegerro...

Each echo grew sharper, more insistent, as though clawing past the surface of her thoughts—demanding that she remember.

Not hear but remember.

The words stopped richocheting.

It burrowed into her skull like a relentless drill, tearing through carefully constructed memories.

Then, they infected.

They spread through her mind like a fracture splintering across glass—silent at first, then violently expanding, splinter by splinter, until something beneath began to surface.

Not memories.

Something older. Something buried.

”You were not meant to live as Lara Fuegerro.”

The voice twisted, deepened, multiplied—no longer Artemio’s alone, but a chorus of something vast and merciless pressing against the walls of her mind.

It did not ask her to remember.

It forced her to recall...

The child who was forced to steady trembling hands around the cold grip of a gun... the gun, too large for her small hands.

The command: Pull the trigger. The recoil that bruised her shoulder. A scream—cut short. The cold floors and the splatter of blood that wasn’t hers.

Orders she followed before she understood what obedience meant.

The girl who learned that hesitation meant death.

The teenager thrown into missions designed for soldiers twice her age—missions she survived when others did not.

All of it— peeled away.

No.

That was a life carved into her.

The her in the past.

A different name rose from the depths of her being, ancient and unyielding.

Lara Norse.

Daughter of Odin Norse—the War God whose name alone bent nations.

Sister to the empire’s undefeated generals.

Then another name...Lara Norse-Kromwel

Empress beside the founding sovereign of Azuverda. Mother to a lineage that ruled not by chance, but by right.

Blood of conquerors. Bone of rulers. A lineage that rose and dominated.

Power did not come to her.

It returned.

...

Her spine straightened, not with effort, but inevitability. Her body remembered the posture it always meant to hold.

Her gaze lifted—and when it met Artemio’s, something in the air shifted.

It was not the gaze of someone looking at her father. It was the gaze of someone assessing something... lesser.

Artemio felt it before he understood it.

An invisible pressure crushing him.

Artemio stilled.

For a fleeting moment, his breath caught—not from surprise, but from something far more unsettling.

Discomfort.

No... not discomfort but unease.

It felt as though the ground beneath him had tilted—subtly, but undeniably. As though the person standing before him was no longer beneath his command...

...but far, far above it.

Her presence pressed against him—heavy, suffocating—like standing before someone who had ruled long before he was born.

”Why are you looking at me like that?” Artemio demanded.

His voice was firm. But not steady. The tremor, slight as it was, did not escape her.

”You are right... Father.”

Lara’s voice was calm. Too calm.

Not the calm of obedience, but the calm of certainty.

”I was never meant to live as a Fuegerro.”

For the first time in years, Artemio felt the instinct to look away.

What the hell...?

Am I... afraid of her?

The thought alone angered him.

He inhaled sharply, forcing control back into his chest. This was absurd. He had raised her—broken her, shaped her, trained her to obey without question.

She feared him.

She always had.

”Father?” he repeated, the word now laced with contempt, as though rejecting it before it could settle. ”What kind of address is that?”

His eyes narrowed.

His lips curled with disdain.

”I’ll overlook it—for now. Your memory clearly hasn’t recovered fully.” His tone hardened. ”But the next time we speak in private, you will address me properly.”

A pause.

Then—

”Understood... General.”

Lara’s voice carried no hesitation. No resistance. No emotion.

The indifference in her voice struck harder than defiance ever could.

Artemio’s jaw tightened.

This damned woman...

Didn’t she used to cling to him? Call him Dad—Daddy—like she always wanted to gain his approval?

Now—

There was nothing.

”...Never mind,” he muttered, exhaling sharply as if to dispel the tension coiling in his chest.

But the unease remained. Clinging...persistent.

”Come here often,” he continued, regaining his composure. ”I heard you’ve been assisting the historians.”

”I’ll try my best. Most of the time, I will be in the northern and northeastern sector.” Lara replied.

She finally relaxed. She had broken through her body’s instincts.

Her gaze lingered on him a moment longer.

It wasn’t curious but assessing.

As if she was deciding whether he was worth remembering at all.

And for the first time—

Artemio Fuegerro understood something with quiet, creeping horror.

The girl he had raised... was she gone?

And whatever stood in her place...

had never belonged to him.

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