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Most would expect the daughter of the king of one of the four strongest nations in the Realm of the Angels to enjoy great luxury and power. While her Father may enjoy those things, that isn't the case for Rosemary. The hated daughter only manages to attract disdain from others in the royal court despite her gentle and kind nature. Rosemary was born with a weak body, preventing her from living up to the ideals of her father and his court. Such environment pushes Rose to attempting to end it all. But she is unable to do so as she recalls her older brother's love for her. As she drowns, she cries out for help. But no one is around. No one but a certain handsome man with eyes as cold as her father's.

Married Off To A Cold Eyed Knight

I groaned as I laid in bed as my arm ached. I tried absorbing the lingering mana from Rose's attack with my core, but it was slower than I wanted. The pulsing energy felt like a weight pressing down on me, and I could sense it coiling around my spirit, stubbornly refusing to dissipate. I closed my eyes, focusing on the rhythmic pulse of my core, willing it to draw in the mana more efficiently. If I could make it part of my being, I could become stronger. But all it did was hurt more.

Rose's power was incompatible with me. It was like poison to my kind. It was so pure, so holy. But that wasn't all. It wasn't only my demonic side that was hurting. My abysmal blood couldn't take it either. Just who was Rosemary? Why was her mana capable of hurting me so?

After a few moments of concentration, I opened my eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. "This is ridiculous," I muttered to myself. "I shouldn't be struggling like this."

Chapter 549: Purity vs Hatred