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

Chapter 409: A New Threat

She was no longer the second princess clinging to a broken identity.

She was here for something more.

Let them look.

She didn’t flinch.

Nnenna’s breath caught in her throat as her eyes swept across the space around her.

This wasn’t just a terminal.

It was a statement of power.

The private terminal of the White Royal Family stretched out like a palace in itself, grand, precise, and without a single wasted detail.

Even though it was only the first checkpoint before reaching the main castle, it radiated an air of wealth and authority that made the royal palace back home feel modest in comparison.

The terminal was built from polished white stone, veined with glimmering silver that caught the sunlight and refracted it like diamonds.

Arched ceilings soared above them, held up by towering columns carved with ancient Prigrian symbols, each telling a silent story of triumph, legacy, and eternal vigilance.

Massive crystal windows framed views of the distant forests and the sharp rise of the royal mountain behind them. Sunlight streamed through in wide beams, making the floors, polished obsidian tiles with gold inlays, gleam like liquid night.

Every inch was clean, sharp, almost clinical in its beauty. Nothing was out of place.

And yet it wasn’t cold.

atmosphere was quietly alive with respectful activity. Servants moved like whispers, graceful, quick, and utterly disciplined. Their uniforms were crisp white and navy with silver clasps shaped like falcons,

orchid, parchment, and iron, a peculiar but somehow comforting combination that gave the place a sense of both tradition

softly. A few guards bowed their heads slightly as Somto and Nnenna approached. They didn’t speak. They

place didn’t shout

and somehow that was

Nnenna swallowed.

wasn’t just a visit. This was a world built on hierarchy,

holding Somto’s hand, she tightened her fingers for a

breaking stride, gave her

No words.

she got the

You’re not alone.

Ava of Prigrian, the only daughter of the White Royal Family, and

a royal, her delicate heels clicking softly against the polished marble as she walked briskly forward, eyes alight the moment she

mixture of excitement and familiarity that drew the eyes of a few servants behind

gaze, which had been fixed gently on Nnenna as they descended the plane, finally shifted. He glanced at Ava briefly and offered

couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at Somto’s

grown up admiring Somto, from afar, through stories her brother told, through the rare political

wavered just seconds later, because

eyes followed his, landing on a girl walking gracefully beside him, her hand

her age… maybe younger, but something about her was stunning in a way that wasn’t just

that couldn’t be taught. Long lashes, graceful

gaze narrowed slightly, though she quickly masked the expression. She tilted her head with practiced neutrality. “Who’s this?” she

spared Ava another glance. “She’s my younger sister,” he said, his voice calm but laced with quiet significance. “You’ll both be starting first year at the academy. Help me

Ava froze.

That… what?