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

Chapter 399: I Hate This Club

A queen from the south quietly removed her crown and held it against her chest, her lips moving in silent prayer.

Some whispered in the halls.

“He really showed the king’s final moments… just like that.” “I’ll never forget the look in her eyes when he took the blow.” “Obinna’s face… I think I felt his panic in my bones.”

In their rooms, doors shut softly. Fires crackled low. Servants moved quietly, sensing the gravity in the air.

No one slept easily.

Some cried.

Some rewound the livestream, needing to watch again just to believe.

Some stared at the ceiling in silence, haunted by the question:

Why did the king do it?

Was it just because Nnenna is his daughter… adopted daughter?

And through it all, Lionara’s name echoed across the continent, not for its riches, not for its soldiers, not for its ancient bloodline…

…but because, that night, they witnessed something few kingdoms ever dared to show:

Raw truth.

The corridors of the palace were quiet now. The warm golden glow of torches lining the walls flickered gently, casting long, dancing shadows that trailed Somto as he walked.

His steps were slow.

Not from fatigue, but from the weight of everything that had happened.

The banquet. The dance. The confrontation. The video.

And her.

Nnenna.

He clenched his jaw, hands curling into faint fists at his side. He was a man of order. Decisive. Calculated. Every word, every move, every alliance, carefully measured and weighed.

But tonight?

had danced

Held her.

forgot the room around them

promised himself never to show, not to the world. Not to anyone. A king’s downfall shouldn’t be showcased to the

yet he did

made the decision in the moment… but it didn’t feel

It felt like instinct.

Like need.

reached his room and shut the door behind him with a low click. He didn’t turn on the lights. He didn’t undress. He just sat at the edge of

broke the

exactly is

air like a

wasn’t expecting an

the unfamiliar doubt, the storm of

And the one person he tried to keep out of his heart might already be living there, far deeper than he wanted to admit. How am I supposed to focus on

edge of his bed, phone in hand now, thumb

he was looking for, guidance? Sanity? A way to untangle the emotional mess swirling in

blinked

Carl.

But Carl had always been… real. No pretenses. No politics. Just

be

And so

the call

It rang once.

Twice.

Three times.

Then

voice came through, light and teasing. “Let me guess,

tension slipped from his shoulders at the sound of Carl’s

added before Somto could

pinched the bridge of

“I’m being serious.”

throne shaped mirror. That way you can stare at yourself and remember who

Somto groaned.

“Carl.”

just get crowned like, thirty minutes ago? Why are you calling me instead