The Low-Ranking Civil Servant Wants to Achieve Success -
Chapter 126
1. Background and Objective
Namia Roafi had long felt something special for Kibon Altess. However, due to her position as his superior and the burdens of workplace romance, she hadn’t been able to express it honestly.
Therefore, the objective of this report is to clearly and accurately convey the emotions that had thus far been ambiguously expressed, in order to eliminate potential misunderstandings, clarify the situation, and promote a more developed future.
With every word, Kiaros felt his breath catch in his throat.
It was a format he knew all too well.
2. Main Text and Theoretical Basis
In Empire report formatting, when quoting references, it was common to note the speaker and year in parentheses. As always, Namia’s memory was precise.
3. Results and Discussion
According to 1), Namia Roafi likes Kibon Altess. However, before they ever even went on a first date, she discovered she was an experimental subject, and because of that unfortunate timing, this written confession is the only way she could express herself.
According to 2), she wishes to visit her other loved ones before she is killed by the Dragonbloods.
Kiaros sank onto the bench. Tears pricked his eyes.
He hadn’t cried even in childhood—this might have been the very first time.
Timing...
They never even went on a first date. It was just a promise to visit a nearby, shabby bench—something they could’ve done anytime.
If he had confessed he was Kibon and tried to win her over—could Namia have changed her mind?
If he hadn’t been the Crown Prince, constantly forced to be cautious—if he’d been free to express everything the moment he realized his feelings—would things have been different?
[Still, Victor Arwin was blaming Miss Namia.]
[That’s just classic deflection. No matter his background or sob story, I have no reason to accommodate all that.]
No matter Kiaros’s background or circumstances, Namia had no obligation to make room for it.
[Even if the timing’s off... well, that happens. But real love isn’t about getting your way by calculating every little detail, right?]
She’d laughed at Victor Arwin inside.
The way he nervously hovered around, too focused on perfect timing—it had seemed so pathetic.
And now, realizing it—Kiaros saw he was no different.
4. Conclusion
Kibon Altess should treasure the memory of Namia Roafi, who sincerely liked him—and then forget it as quickly as possible, and live a happy life.
It burned like his heart was on fire, dizzying like it might stop beating altogether.
“This is no time to be like this. I have to... I have to get to Namia...”
Kiaros rose to his feet, swaying.
The report said she wanted to go “see the other people she loved” before she died. That could only mean she’d headed to the Reformist base.
His first priority was to interrogate the High Priest and find out where that base was.
Just then—
“Kiaros.”
The Emperor approached briskly, having heard where he’d gone from the attendants.
He quickly clasped Kiaros’s hands and asked warmly,
“Do you know where Miss Namia is?”
“...What?”
“I’ll take you to her. I’ll need to be away from the palace for a few days anyway.”
Seeing Kiaros still confused, the Emperor calmly continued.
“The High Priest has been captured, yes? Then the first step is to smash the High Temple. That’s how Dragonbloods do things. You’ve never manifested as a dragon, so you might not understand, but... if the Temple is the Reformist base, then we burn that place down first. We’ve given them too much courtesy for too long. That must be their headquarters.”
Kiaros’s eyes widened.
He hadn’t thought of that. Because he hadn’t known the Emperor was fully recovered.
“It’ll take a few days, but I can entrust the palace to Jaden and the Empress for that long. Jaden’s still young, but he’s clever enough to keep things running—and anyone who tries to disregard him because of his age, the Empress will handle personally.”
That was a new option, made possible only because the bond between Jaden and the Empress had been repaired.
The Emperor spoke gently.
“My special ability allows long-distance transport, but I could also take you with me by transforming into a dragon. No matter where she ran, there’s no way Miss Namia can outrun a dragon.”
It was an incredible gesture. The Emperor sighed, brushing his hand through Kiaros’s golden hair.
“But what worries me is your blackout period... With a face this striking, it won’t be easy to hide your identity. If Reformist spies notice you, you could become a target.”
Kiaros stood up abruptly.
The moment the Emperor had said “flatten the Temple” and “burn it all down,” something inside him had stirred.
His mind, which had been in complete chaos due ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) to Namia’s disappearance and the report, began to clear.
Now that he thought about it—Namia would’ve come to the same conclusion as the Emperor.
“...No, that won’t do.”
Kiaros looked at the Emperor.
“We can’t destroy the High Temple.”
The Temple was said to take days just to get through its garden maze to the entrance.
Namia, having grown incredibly powerful, had likely charged straight in without a second thought.
But if a dragon leveled the whole place...
“She’s in there. Namia, her real father... and maybe even the Master of the Tower.”
Namia and the Tower Master were close. As far as Kiaros knew, the Tower Master was a bloodline loyalist—only concerned with his own kin.
Namia had said she didn’t even know she was a test subject. And the unique traits passed from the pregnant beast to her offspring...
“If Aran—the Tower Master’s daughter—is Namia’s birth mother, then the results of the experiment conducted on Aran are manifesting in Namia.”
Finishing his deduction in seconds, Kiaros turned to the Emperor.
“But if you can take me there, I would greatly appreciate it.”
Traveling south on dragonback would be faster than any other method.
Anastasia Kayen, the Scroll Department’s romance expert, had been right.
[‘I actually liked you a lot. But now I’m going to forget you. I just wanted to express my feelings one last time, so don’t worry and live well.’ You say that and leave—super cool, right? If the person liked you even a little, they’ll totally lose their mind.]
She had confessed—and left. Left behind only the words live well without me.
He wasn’t almost going insane. He was truly about to lose it.
The thought that he might never see her again burned his insides black.
“Right now. As fast as possible.”
Crushing the confession report in his hand, Kiaros’s red eyes gleamed with madness.
***
Parens wasn’t that far. She traveled there by carriage.
“I don’t know much about the Temple...”
Only that the outer garden was a complicated maze designed to keep intruders out.
But somehow, her whole family had ended up there—her dad, the Master of the Tower, even her mother.
“I’ll think about Mom later.”
Anyway, she knew who she’d meet first.
“The Tower Master must’ve prepared carefully before going in.”
Namia spent the night in Parens, took a nice long bath, stocked up on dried rations and water. Thanks to the holy energy she’d received daily, she felt in perfect condition.
“If I die, I die.”
The High Temple was surrounded by massive, thick walls.
But to the most powerful test subject, that didn’t matter.
She couldn’t teleport far without precise coordinates—but clearing a wall like this? That was nothing.
“Activate.”
She lightly activated the teleport scroll—and the next moment, she was already inside.
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