角色故事•二（解锁条件：角色等级40）
宫女与侍卫无权无势，却是流动的宫廷中无孔不入的眼线——
她以恩惠拉拢，搜集情报，布下纵横交错的棋路。
与新王不和的旧贵族暗中谋划反叛，将刺客安排入王的禁卫军——
她假意与之合作，布下借刀杀人的「马」。
帝国人民爱戴她虚假的血统，于是她体恤孤老，扶助弱小——
那日益高涨的名声为她拉拢人心，布下力量磅礴的「车」。
「请于幕匿三刻，帐中相候，有要事密告——您忠诚的宰相。」
各怀鬼胎的重臣意欲外征，当密信交付于她，她知晓关键的「象」已经出现。
烛火在帐内勾勒出虚伪的影子。宰相脸上挂着笑容，就像一幅失色的画。
「北地不似那温暖的南方。」他指向桌上的地图，「蜗居于此，许珀耳必亡。我已联络大陆上最优秀的佣兵，王希望您能亲征……」
她未尝不知自己已被视弃子，一旦失败便要背负一切责任。
但她已等待太久，不孤注一掷，怎可颠覆一切？
穿越埃普斯群山，她抓住吕奎亚城发动反抗战争的机会，率军击溃他们的同时将金血将领福特图多收入麾下，更为自己赢得军心。
一城、两城、三城…许珀耳的军队如火焰燎原，当蓝发的少女高举旗帜，铁蹄将踏破她所指向的国度——
她望着初具雏形的大军，知晓最后的「兵」也已即位。
在那漆黑的雪夜，凯旋的王女骑乘银白的骏马，带领大军撞开国门，宣读崭新的律令——
「今日起，我将为许珀耳带来公正！」
摄政的「王」从寝宫中被拖出，拒绝服从的臣子与旧部尽皆倒在军士的锋刃之下。
「她…她不是刻律德菈！」
她站在高台，划破手腕，黄金血伴随众人的嗤笑滴落，将「王」的绝望淹没。
「摄政王荒淫无道，大乱天下，我以『律法』之名宣判汝——」
北地的寒风中，她的蓝发猎猎飞舞，如同火焰般耀眼。
「火刑！」
火光中，她戴上了那顶属于帝王的冠冕——她唯一的战利品。
一簇幽蓝色的火苗自冠冕顶端燃起，此后再不曾熄灭。
Character Story: Part II
• Unlocked at Character Level 40
The imperial maids and guards have no power or status, yet they become the ever-present eyes throughout the shifting court.
She wins them with favors, gathers intelligence, and weaves a complex web of strategies.
Old aristocrats who despise the new king secretly plot rebellion, placing assassins among the royal guards.
She plays the willing conspirator while secretly positioning her "knights" who will do the dirty work.
The empire's citizens revere her fabricated bloodline, so she extends charity to the elderly and supports the vulnerable.
Her rising reputation wins them over, making them into "rooks" who will dominate the board.
"Meet me in my tent at the third quint of Curtain-Fall Hour. Urgent matters to discuss in private, Your loyal chancellor."
As the sealed note finds its way to her, she knows her essential "bishop" has entered play, with each courtier now conspiring in pursuit of their covert desire for military expansion.
Candlelight dances across the tent, casting shadows of deceit. The chancellor wears a smile as hollow as a faded portrait.
"The northern territories share nothing with the south's gentle warmth." He points to the map sprawled before them, "Lingering here will be Hyperborea's undoing. I've secured the continent's most formidable mercenaries. The regent requests that you personally lead the campaign..."
She knows they see her as expendable, ready to blame her for any failure that might occur.
But she's waited far too long. Without a daring gamble, how could she ever hope to turn the tables?
Crossing the mountains of Epos, she seizes the opportunity when Loukas rises in rebellion. She crushes their forces while recruiting the Chrysos General Fortunado to her side, winning the army's loyalty.
City after city falls as Hyperborean armies advance like an unstoppable blaze. The blue-haired girl raises her banner, sending thundering hooves toward her chosen targets.
She watches her army build up, knowing her final "pawns" are positioned for checkmate.
On that dark, snowy night, the triumphant princess rides a silver-white steed, leading her forces through the capital gates to proclaim new edicts...
"From this day forward, I shall bring justice to Hyperborea!"
They drag the regent "king" who wears the false crown from his chambers, while his loyalists who refuse to bend find only soldiers' steel awaiting them.
"She... she is not Cerydra!"
From her throne of judgment, she draws her blade across her palm and golden blood trickles down as the crowd mocks him, drowning the "king" in despair.
"This regent 'king' has governed with depravity, plunging the empire into chaos. By the authority of the Law, I hereby sentence you..."
In the bitter northern winds, her blue hair dances wildly, blazing like fire against the pale sky.
"Death by fire!"
Amid the flames, she places the imperial crown upon her head, her only trophy of war.
A flicker of cobalt fire awakens atop the crown, never to be quenched again.
