Sebastian Leodegrance was fated to bring about the world's end, his path irrevocably marked by the three scars etched across his left eye as proof of his unholy contract with Ardalas, the Evil God.

His insatiable thirst for power would have been enough to conquer all, even without the infernal blessing, but now not even the divine intervention of the Goddess could thwart his ambitions.

With purposeful strides, he marched toward Cassiopeia to claim the hand of the renowned Princess Ava Cassia, a woman whose veins coursed with the blood of greatness. But as he drew closer, he discovered that the Princess had been exchanged with her Lady in Waiting.

"Yes. I am the replacement. You have been fooled!"

***

"From now on, Isla, call me Elder Sister."

The person in front of her was the brightest constellation in the world. Ava Cassia... the Princess who was even prettier than the Nereids. But it was like looking in the mirror.

She looked exactly like her.

"Maybe the Goddess sent you to me so we can become Sisters. How about it, my dear Isla? Would you call me Sister?"

Her most cherished treasure; her Elder Sister, Ava.

"I'm sorry, Sister... this is the only way."

"You must replace me. Because if I bear his child... this world would perish..."

The Tyrant's Replacement Bride

A flurry of activity unfolded as Sebastian, the emperor, orchestrated the meticulous preparations for the impending war. The atmosphere was charged with a mix of determination and urgency, like the calm before a storm. 


The forging of weapons had echoed through the blacksmith's workshop for long, where skilled hands crafted swords and armor to defend the empire. Soldiers clad in sturdy uniforms lined up for drills, their movements synchronized under the watchful eyes of seasoned commanders. Training grounds buzzed with the clash of blades and the shouts of soldiers honing their combat skills. 


Meanwhile, the healers diligently gathered herbs and concocted remedies to prepare to tend to the wounded. Their preparations extended to the strategic placement plan of medical tents, creating a sanctuary for recovery amid the chaos of battle. 


If This Could Be Last Forever