Chapter 237 Never-Ending Anger Of Andriya

Andriya stood outside the prison cell, smirking as she watched her once-healthy and prideful brother huddled in the corner of his prison cell, shaking and muttering to himself. She had enjoyed breaking him down, bit by bit, until he had lost all sense of himself and Andriya didn't forget to give him every kind of despair she could probably imagine.

"You thought you could cross me, big brother," she sneered, crossing her arms her face looking like devil's advocate.

"But you were wrong. Dead wrong. Nothing can beat me, not you, not that dirty blood of emperor or my foolish son,"

Her brother looked up at her, his eyes vacant and filled with fear.

"Please, Andriya," he whimpered. "Let me go. I won't say anything, I promise, I won't do anything to you, I will give this whole kingdom to you,"

Andriya laughed, the sound cold and cruel.

"Oh, I know you won't," she said, stepping closer to the cell. "Because if you do, I'll make sure you suffer even more than you already have and what are you even talking about?"

"This kingdom is already mine, you're just a prisoner here,"

Andrei looked at her sister, but he lacked the rebelling nature, he looked more docile than a domesticated dog to her at this point.

She leaned in close, her eyes glinting with malice.

"You see, I've always been smarter than you, stronger than you," she whispered.

"And now, I have the power to destroy you completely but I won't you need to suffer for what you did to me, I wish our old man and mother didn't die, otherwise I could have thrown them here with you for you three to enjoy lifetime despair together"

Her brother let out a sob, burying his face in his hands. Andriya smirked, relishing in his pain and she clearly enjoyed teasing her brother and torturing him.

"I remember the day I destroyed your precious little family," she began, her voice dripping with venom.

"It was so easy, really. All I had to do was plant a few seeds of doubt in your faithful vassal's mind, and before I knew it, he was begging me to take revenge on you."

Her brother's eyes widened in horror as he listened to her tale, but Andriya continued on, revelling in her own wickedness.

"Ohh~And your daughter, I feel really bad for her, she didn't even do anything wrong" she continued,

"But I had no option because she had your blood flowing through her veins, the blood that I despise more than anything,"

"she was so young and innocent. But I heard she's being shared among nobles now, Innocent girl, maybe I will adopt her when she's broken," She said and showed a fake sad look, which was rather familiar to Andrei because that's how she used to look before, he sold her to the empire.

"I completely tore your family apart. So how do you feel now, my beloved brother?"

"You're sick," her brother spat out, his voice barely above a whisper.

Andriya just laughed in response.

"Oh, I'm sick alright. Sick of living in the shadow of a man like you. But now, thanks to my little scheme, you're stuck in here, and I'm out there living my best life."

"Remember his face, every single time you cry, don't forget why are you suffering like this, if you had just let him survive, I wouldn't have to live like a devil,"

"Don't forget, your daughter, your wife, your kingdom, I took everything from you because it was your fault, you're the only one who's at fault here," Her voice became more and more crazed every single time.

Her brother hung his head in defeat, unable to even muster a response. Andriya continued to taunt him, enjoying the power she held over him. But as she turned to leave the cell, a small voice in the back of her mind began to whisper, asking if all of this was really worth it. But Andriya quickly pushed that thought aside, knowing that she could never admit weakness.

"I hope you've learned your lesson, and don't forget, I'm a devil that you created," she said, turning on her heel and walking away.

"Because if you even if you repent now, I'll make sure you suffer even worse than this."

And with that, Andriya left her brother alone in his prison cell, broken and defeated. She knew she had won, and nothing could stop her now.

On her way, she looked at the opposite cell, which was filled with a scent that any normal person couldn't stomach.

"Not enough! I need more experiment subjects, I will make more people corrupted to see whether I can create copies,"

Leaving the prison cell that was filled with moaning sounds, Andriya looked at her assistant, who was clearly used to her cruel method.

"Are they ready?" Andriya asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as her mind went calm as soon as she came out of the prison since she took out her anger on her brother.

Her assistant nodded firmly.

"Yes, Your Majesty. The army is ready and waiting for your command."

Andriya took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.

"Very well. It's time to rescue that idiotic son from the enemy's clutches. We'll start our march at dawn."

Her assistant looked worried.

"Your Majesty, are you sure this is wise? Enemy's army is well fortified, and we don't know what kind of defences they have in place."

Andriya shook her head.

"I know it's risky, but I can't wait any longer. We have been dealing with things for far too long. We have to do something, even if it means putting ourselves in harm's way."

"I will finish this in war, and I will be the one to be chosen as the next heir and my wishes will come true,"

Her assistant nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation.

"I'll inform the troops to prepare for battle, Your Majesty. May the gods watch over us."

pαпdα Йᴏνê|,сòМ As soon as her assistant left, Andriya laughed at her words.

"Gods, huh! That's hilarious, no god can bless me, I have become the devil herself,"

She thought as she got ready for the departure.