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

Chapter 396: Proves Everything

@HaraniScribe: As someone from Haran, I just want to say, thank you, Somto. King Ikechukwu was always honorable. This proves it.

@LionaraPrideOfficial: Our king died saving someone else. Not a ruler. A hero.

@VoiceOfKalada: Does anyone else feel like this footage might still be hiding something? I support Somto, but this is edited, right?

@WindsweptPoet: Whether it’s partial or not, showing this takes guts. Respect to Somto. He’s not just fighting accusations, he’s fighting for truth.

@PoliticalChessboard: Lionara is not just a kingdom. It is a legacy. And Somto just reminded the world why.

The screen came to life.

Flickering at first, then sharpening into grim clarity.

It was the royal war chamber, battered, blood streaked, and barely holding together. The camera angle was slightly elevated, angled downward from a discreet corner of the high ceiling. But the details were clear. Faces, voices, movements, it was all there.

The air was thick with tension. The heavy clanking of armor. The sharp, clipped voices of generals reporting grim news.

General Dalo’s voice was strained “We’ve lost the north wing. Reinforcements are trapped. We don’t know how many enemies breached the inner halls.”

General Yuwa was visibly injured, blood on her temple “If they reach this place, there’ll be no one left to hold them off. Who could have hired these fearsome assasins?!”

In the background, the bodies of fallen soldiers lay sprawled across the floor. Some still twitched. Most did not.

Murmurs stirred among the gathered nobles and those online. Some instinctively straightened. Others clutched the arms of their seats.

A low gasp came from the middle row.

“Those soldiers… gods, they fought till the end.”

@So the price of our safety is the lives of these men.

King Ikechukwu stood in the center, upright, composed, but grim. His robe was torn, blood on the hem, yet he radiated an aura of unwavering calm. His eyes flicked to each speaker with precision. His jaw was tight.

Beside him stood Nnenna.

And then it happened.

From the left side of the screenz like a sudden blur of motion, an assassin shot forward.

dramatic

like a shadow with steel, moving so fast the camera struggled to keep up. Nnenna’s head turned

She froze.

but her body locked down in

room,

“Princess Nnenna! Move!!”

it was a recording, several people

“No, no, no—”

“He’s too fast!”

I can’t

beat. Nnenna’s face filled the screen,

trained, why didn’t she react?” someone whispered, a mix of awe

remained unchanged, high and angled slightly down, catching the width of the

assassin was

stood frozen, face pale, eyes wide with disbelief. The man was a blur. His black garments fluttered behind him, his blade

She couldn’t see it.

a glint of

blur,

her own heartbeat seemed to fill the room.

was nowhere to run. No one else

whispered barely audible “…So

She closed her eyes.

And waited.

Then two.

But nothing happened.

No pain.

No blade.

No death.

Then

“MY KING!!”

off the stone walls, catching even those

Nnenna’s eyes snapped open.

She gasped.

from above the dais, clearly caught the

her, tall and unmoving at first glance, but then, a terrible

Buried deep in his

a slow but steady stream. His hands were clamped around the blade, not to remove it, but as if trying to anchor himself… to