角色故事•二（解鎖條件：角色等級40）
宮女與侍衛無權無勢，卻是流動的宮廷中無孔不入的眼線——
她以恩惠拉攏，搜集情報，布下縱橫交錯的棋路。
與新王不和的舊貴族暗中謀劃反叛，將刺客安排入王的禁衛軍——
她假意與之合作，布下借刀殺人的「馬」。
帝國人民愛戴她虛假的血統，於是她體恤孤老，扶助弱小——
那日益高漲的名聲為她拉攏人心，布下力量磅礴的「車」。
「請於幕匿三刻，帳中相候，有要事密告——您忠誠的宰相。」
各懷鬼胎的重臣意欲外征，當密信交付於她，她知曉關鍵的「象」已經出現。
燭火在帳內勾勒出虛偽的影子。宰相臉上掛著笑容，就像一幅失色的畫。
「北地不似那溫暖的南方。」他指向桌上的地圖，「蝸居於此，許珀耳必亡。我已聯絡大陸上最優秀的傭兵，王希望您能親征……」
她未嘗不知自己已被視棄子，一旦失敗便要背負一切責任。
但她已等待太久，不孤注一擲，怎可顛覆一切？
穿越埃普斯群山，她抓住呂奎亞城發動反抗戰爭的機會，率軍擊潰他們的同時將金血將領福特圖多收入麾下，更為自己贏得軍心。
一城、兩城、三城…許珀耳的軍隊如火焰燎原，當藍發的少女高舉旗幟，鐵蹄將踏破她所指向的國度——
她望著初具雛形的大軍，知曉最後的「兵」也已即位。
在那漆黑的雪夜，凱旋的王女騎乘銀白的駿馬，帶領大軍撞開國門，宣讀嶄新的律令——
「今日起，我將為許珀耳帶來公正！」
攝政的「王」從寢宮中被拖出，拒絕服從的臣子與舊部盡皆倒在軍士的鋒刃之下。
「她…她不是刻律德菈！」
她站在高台，劃破手腕，黃金血伴隨眾人的嗤笑滴落，將「王」的絕望淹沒。
「攝政王荒淫無道，大亂天下，我以『律法』之名宣判汝——」
北地的寒風中，她的藍發獵獵飛舞，如同火焰般耀眼。
「火刑！」
火光中，她戴上了那頂屬於帝王的冠冕——她唯一的戰利品。
一簇幽藍色的火苗自冠冕頂端燃起，此後再不曾熄滅。
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.
