To the Man Destined to Kill Me - Chapter 69

The man was clearly a young master from a rich family. His hands showed no signs of hard work, and he had a handsome, fine-looking face. There was a natural grace about him, something money couldn’t buy. He was the perfect example of a carefree, upper-class man.

Maya, who had lived her whole life as a lower-class person, held both hatred and an unshakable longing toward the upper class.

Her desire was to overthrow those who sat at the top of the pyramid—and at the same time, to climb up there herself. That desire drove her. So, she played with fire with the man.

Since she would soon destroy the upper class with her own hands, she wanted to experience that world before it disappeared. Playing with fire was her only way to get close to that world.

“I found out I was pregnant a week before the revolution,” she said.

The “revolution” referred to when the Mage Union overthrew Natalia’s royal family.

The mages from the Mage Tower were people who naturally rose from non-noble classes, so destroying the class system was their obvious dream.

“I was terrified.”

She was carrying the child of a man from the very class she was meant to destroy. If this became known, she would surely be cast out by the Mage Union. But she also didn’t want to live as the man’s mistress, clinging to the class system she hated. That would have crushed Maya Ivanov’s pride as a mage.

Still, she didn’t want to get rid of the child either. It was her own child. Instead of erasing it, she decided she had to give birth and raise it healthily.

So, she planned to give birth to the child without revealing the father’s identity. Unlike Wifland, Natalia didn’t have a bad view of illegitimate children. As long as no one knew who the father was, both she and the child could be safe.

She continued to push forward with the revolution without hesitation. That night, she led the mages and charged into the royal palace.

It was a moment of slaughter. They killed the Emperor and many palace guards who tried to protect Natalia’s system. They made footprints in the blood and used the dying warmth of the fallen to shield themselves from the cold night air.

‘He might be among them,’ she thought briefly.

But Maya didn’t care.

The world turning upside down was meant to happen. One day, status would disappear, and people would be judged by their abilities.

When that day came, the child wouldn’t need a father’s name. The magic talent inherited from her would matter more than any status from the father. The wealth the child would earn would surpass any inheritance from him.

“Advance!” she shouted.

She smashed through the magical shields created by the palace guards and thrust a spear of ice magic into a guard’s chest without hesitation. Her nose had gone numb; she couldn’t even smell the blood anymore.

The deepest part of the palace was now right in front of her. The huge golden door sent shivers down her spine. The excitement of her comrades filled the air. The tightly sealed door, which could only be opened with magic, slowly revealed a crack.

Tense energy ran down her spine. Beyond the golden door was the royal throne, decorated with Natalia’s traditional purple patterns. Sitting there was the Emperor—the man she had spent the night with.

Maya held her breath. She realized whose child she was carrying. It was the child of the world she was destroying tonight. If it weren’t for her, that child would have inherited everything. Now, because of her, the child would inherit a new world.

“You’re later than I thought,” the man said calmly.

Only then did she notice that his eyes were purple. As a powerful mage, he had hidden his real eye color to conceal his identity. Her comrade Martin spoke.

“Maya, don’t underestimate him. He’s the Emperor of Natalia.”

In Natalia, status was determined by power. She thought it was like the world of beasts. Predators had high status, prey had low status.

Beasts should hunt like beasts. Overthrowing them by force was the right way.

She strengthened her resolve. This man was not just the child’s father—he was a relic of an old world that had to disappear.

Magic clashed against magic, and the air shook. The man sat calmly, not even lifting a finger, but still blocked their magic. A thrill ran through her. Sparks of magic crackled from Maya’s fingertips.

The Emperor’s purple eyes landed on her. In that moment, his gaze wavered. A tiny crack appeared in his shield. Maya didn’t miss that moment.

“I… yes, I killed him. It was a foolish choice. I must have lost my mind from the smell of blood. I was drunk on the moment.”

Julia trembled, her face red with shame.

She realized it at the moment his body fell. He was not just the Emperor—he was her child’s father. Now that the Emperor had fallen, the child would also be in danger.

“I was so stupid. So very stupid.”

Maya’s attack hadn’t been fatal. But if she hadn’t attacked, the Emperor wouldn’t have been killed by Martin either.

Seeing the Emperor’s collapsing body, Maya felt regret for the first time. With the Emperor dead, the next targets would be the unborn child and herself.

Of course, her comrades didn’t know she was pregnant. But once the child grew, it would become obvious. And if the child had inherited the Emperor’s purple eyes, he might be killed even before becoming an adult.

She realized this far too late. Her comrades had now become enemies.

While she stood frozen, confused, her comrades gave her strange looks. At that moment, the Emperor’s friend, Victor Lebedev, arrived.

If she hadn’t killed the Emperor, Victor Lebedev might have helped her. But it was already too late. She had ruined everything with her own hands.

The shame, regret, and guilt tore her heart apart. She fled immediately.

Her excited comrades followed her out of the palace, shouting. Maya shouted along with them, but her cries were actually screams—screams of self-blame.

“And then I faked my death by blowing up the lab and hid in Wifland.”

She changed her hair and eye color and sealed all her magic abilities to prevent her comrades from tracking her down by magical traces. In her panic, she didn’t realize she had also sealed the unborn child’s magic.

“Meeting the White couple was pure coincidence.”

A mage without magic is just an ordinary person. Powerless, Maya faced overwhelming fear. She couldn’t protect her child in that state. So she moved from man to man. That’s when she met the Whites.

“At that time, the man I was living with had Mr. White as his boss. I tried not to show myself in social circles, but I was dragged along to an important event.”

Mrs. White recognized her immediately. It was no wonder, since Mrs. White was the owner of Cravitz.

“Mrs. White was sharp and observant. She was a true strong woman.”

Mrs. White had doubts about Maya Ivanov’s death, something even her comrades didn’t have. When she realized Julia Ashford was actually Maya Ivanov, she called Julia in private and forced out the whole truth.

“She believed there would eventually be a movement to restore Natalia’s royal family.”

The Mage Revolution—or massacre—had thrown Natalia into great turmoil. Surrounding countries were affected too, facing economic crises and civil wars.

Wifland was no different. Even though it matched Natalia in size, population, and national power, it wasn’t immune to the chaos.

Only then did Maya fully realize the consequences of what she had done. She understood why Victor Lebedev had chosen gradual change instead of sudden revolution.

“If there was a restoration movement, Natalia would fall into chaos again. Mrs. White believed the horrors of that time would repeat.”

Of course, the Whites must have considered far more reasons than Maya ever could, since she didn’t know much about politics or economics.

“What we needed was a legal reason for a country to protect us. So that even if Natalia needed you, they couldn’t touch you. That’s why we faked your nationality and made you a citizen of Wifland, but even that wasn’t enough. If the country decided to abandon a powerless mother and child, that would be it. We needed a stronger reason.”

Around that time, the man she lived with abandoned her. A very convenient accident.

“If you became an illegitimate child of the White family, Wifland would have no choice but to protect you, even if Natalia made a claim. So Mrs. White briefly made it seem like Mr. White had an affair with me.”

Noah’s bloodline would serve as proof and political protection.

If it was known that Noah was the Natalia Emperor’s son, he could be used by Natalia at any time. Wifland would have no reason to protect him.

But if Noah was believed to be a White, everything would change.

People would dismiss the idea that he was the Emperor’s son. And Wifland would have a reason to protect him, because he was ‘White’ blood, even if he was illegitimate.

“But a problem arose. Mrs. White misunderstood and thought there was really something between Mr. White and me. Shocked, she gave birth to Scarlett prematurely. The two of them stayed distant until their deaths.”

Noah remembered Mr. White. His relationship with Julia wasn’t romantic; they were more like dry friends.

“Mrs. White only cleared up the misunderstanding after Mr. White passed away. But she didn’t undo the plan. Once the rumor about you being a White’s child spread, she considered your Wifland citizenship confirmed. Before she died, she told the secret only to her eldest son, John White, and he’s been helping us all along.”

Knowing the whole truth, Noah couldn’t say anything.

The person who killed his biological father was his own mother. Now he understood why she had kept the truth from him all these years.

He felt like he himself was filthy. He even hated his mother. He was the product of countless sins. That was Noah Ashford.

Silence filled the space between them. It was Julia who finally spoke.

“I’ve regretted that night my whole life. I thought if I told you, you might hate me forever. And above all…”

Julia struggled for a while before finally speaking.

“Noah, I know you well. You’re ambitious and full of desire. I thought if you learned about your bloodline, you would be drawn into Natalia’s politics. As your mother, I wanted to stop that at all costs—for your safety, for the peace of many countries… and for the Whites, who helped us so much.”

Listening to Julia’s words, Noah thought:

He truly was someone who should never have been born.

With that thought, he lost consciousness.

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