They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 347: I Was Wrong

So Little sweetie cancelled that idea and came up with a new almost impossible plan. She could still remember….

…. How her hands had trembled as she finally made the call last night: “Sir, it’s falling apart. If you want to see them again, come soon.”

But presently, instead of turning toward her… Somto did nothing.

He did not expose her. Did not even glance her way.

He had heard her… and he had come. But it did not seem like he was here to punish her or to speak of failures.

Little Sweetie let out a breath she did not know she was holding and silently thanked the stars above that she had made that call in time.

Flashback — The Night Before

Across the glittering seas of the continent, deep inside a fortress high above the capital city of a powerful Kingdom, a secure phone buzzed on a glass desk.

Not just any phone.

It was the phone.

The special line.

The one that only rang when something was serious enough to rattle kingdoms.

General Somto’s eyes snapped open the second he heard the custom ringtone, sharp, distinct, impossible to ignore. He reached for it, already knowing who it was.

“Talk to me,” he said, no greeting, just steel in his voice.

A quiet voice responded, barely above a whisper. Calm. Tense. Female.

“They’ve been captured,” Little Sweetie said. “All of them. Locked in the Purlit central dungeon. I’ve infiltrated the outer ring of the castle. I can see everything but… I’m running out of time.”

Somto sat up straighter, every muscle in his body tensing. “Are they alive?”

“For now. But there’s an execution set for mid morning. I… I didn’t want to interfere too early. I thought maybe they would pull through. I didn’t want to blow my cover unless absolutely necessary.”

was a beat

voice dropped lower, regret slipping in. “I miscalculated, sir. I

pacing. His

you need?” he asked,

Sweetie hesitated. “Depends on the squad. If it’s the

off. “Don’t move a muscle. Don’t do

She blinked. “Sir?”

“I’m coming myself.”

Little Sweetie “…”

was a long silence on the

voice wavered through the line, tense

something that requires your attention personally. We can

off, his voice

“She’s in trouble.”

all

and everything else melted

was a long pause before he spoke again.

“She needs me.”

Little Sweetie fell silent.

his war room, the cold night wind drifting in. He closed

isn’t about competence, and it’s not about hierarchy,” he said. “You’ve done more than enough.

a moment. Words he had been chewing on for a

the last ten years convincing myself that silence was protection. That distance

phone, the weight

“But I was wrong.”

grand ball, hospital, the moment he saw her again after all those years. The moment everything inside him shifted. That night, it had hit him how far she had grown, how strong… and yet how alone she had always

much he

all I did was

exhaled deeply, the decision final in

her everything, Little Sweetie. From now on, she’s never facing anything without me.

toward the helipad, giving no room for further

“She’s my person.”