This Isn't an E*otic Game?

Chapter 50

After the Procedure, the Imperial Family Returned to the Palace with Joyful Faces.

The empress held her daughters tightly the entire way, abandoning all formality as she smothered them with kisses, while the emperor firmly clasped both princesses’ hands.

Even after they returned to the palace, the four of them remained together, unable to part.

"My beloved daughters. My dear Iomene, Almene."

At the emperor’s unreserved display of affection, the two princesses smiled brightly.

"I love hearing those words."

"Please say it often to Iomene, Father. She must have been so lonely."

"A hundred times. A thousand times, I’ll say it as much as she wants. I love you, Iomene. I love you."

Iomene gazed quietly at her aging father—before leaning into his embrace.

This was the man who had ordered her suffering for sixteen years.@@@@

But now, with Almene’s memories as part of her own, she understood.

At those words, Iomene silently looked at Almene.

Almene’s expression briefly turned red, but then she gave a small nod.

Receiving her other half’s approval, Iomene turned to her father with a bright smile.

"Father, there’s something I really want."

Her tone—casual, completely unfitting for a princess.

Her words—utterly devoid of the dignity expected of royalty.

Yet the emperor didn’t mind at all.

"What is it, Iomene? Tell me anything."

"A husband. Can I choose my own?"

Expressionless and innocent, she spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

And, of course, the emperor—

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