Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 715

Chapter 715: Hatred

Amelia de Beaufort POV

Amelia’s day had been long.

She had just finished hours of talks with the delegation from the Southern Continent.

Negotiations always drained her, especially now that she held the crown of the Eastern Continent.

After Luminera conquered Earth, the world had been divided under the rule of demigods, many of whom had ascended to godhood since then.

By the time Amelia left the council chamber, her steps were heavy.

The corridors of the palace were quiet, lit only by the soft glow of mana crystals embedded in the walls.

She kept her composure as always, but inside her chest was a tight knot of exhaustion.

It was then that she noticed Layla.

The younger woman stood near the corner of the hall, trying and failing to look composed.

Her fingers tugged at the hem of her robe.

Her gaze flickered up and down the hall as if she were waiting for something.

Amelia’s eyes lingered on her for a moment before she pushed open the door to her office. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Layla hesitated, then followed her inside.

The office was piled high with documents, reports, petitions, records, all demanding her attention.

Amelia sat down behind her desk and immediately began sorting through them.

The scratch of her pen against parchment was the only sound in the room.

Layla stood near the door, fidgeting nervously.

She kept opening her mouth like she wanted to speak, then closing it again.

Minutes passed.

Amelia continued working.

Finally, Layla’s voice broke the silence.

"Big sis... can I go meet big brother?"

Amelia’s pen stopped mid-stroke.

Slowly, she raised her head and looked at Layla.

Her gaze was cold. It was sharp enough to make Layla’s shoulders tense.

Layla bit her lip, her eyes dropping to the floor.

"I understand," she whispered.

Then she turned and left the office.

Her steps were slow, as if she hoped Amelia would call her back and change her decision.

The door closed. The

silence that followed felt heavier than before.

Amelia leaned back in her chair. Her head tilted up until she was staring at the ceiling.

She closed her eyes and exhaled.

Memories came unbidden.

Neo.

At one time, she had owed him everything. He had saved her mother when no one else could. Back then, her gratitude had no limit. She had respected him for his strength, for his vision. He achieved things no one else dared attempt.

But respect had turned into something else. Worry.

He was always distant, always carrying burdens he refused to share. She had wanted to help him, but he never let her close enough. And then came the moment everything changed.

He sent her mother to fight the Void Templars.

Her mother had nearly died in that battle. His excuse? That he couldn’t give her information about the Void Templars because he was tampering with the future. If she knew too much, Fate might notice and kill her.

Amelia’s fists clenched against the armrests. Was her mother not already on death’s bed? If Neo truly cared, why did he lie to her and send her there anyway? Was it really necessary?

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