Reincarnated as an Energy with a System

Shara’s speech was once again the one that people liked the most.

No one knew if anything she was saying was true or not, but as they were, they could hope. Hope was the only thing they had for themselves.

As the debate continued, Shara’s carefree words, with no strings attached and no family lineage to drag her back, allowed her to step ahead of each of the other people.

Slowly, the other ones were starting to get jealous of how well she was doing.

Matthew leaned toward Ning. “This is going far better than I would’ve expected. Are you sure we will even have to fight at all?”

“We will,” Ning said. “I doubt any of them are going to let her have the throne without doing something.”

“I suppose I can’t expect them to keep their words,” he said.

They waited through more questions, which Shara answered confidently now. She had been atop here for long enough that she didn’t need to pretend to be confident.

She sat back down on her seat and raised her palm to the side, where Ning handed her a bottle full of water. “Remember, tiny sips. You just want to wet your mouth, not parch your thirst.”

Shara nodded and took a few sips before handing it back.

“Moving on to the next question,” Theodore said, and pulled out another piece of paper.

“A moment, please,” the prince stood suddenly, walking to the front.

“Your Highness, it isn’t your—”

“Shut it, old man. I have some important information to give out,” he said, looking to the world outside. “You are all being bamboozled by this young face. Don’t fall for her tricks.”

Shara looked at the man, surprised at the fact that he was pointing toward her. “I have been doing what now?” she asked, standing up to move to the front.

It was a debate, so the people needed to hear her side of the speech as well.

“Not giving them all the information is no different than lying to them, is it not?” he asked. “And you are clearly hiding information from them all.”

Shara frowned. “What information have I been hiding?” she asked.

“About your lineage!” the prince shouted. “Yes, I just received news about it. This young girl here might appear innocent, someone who grew up as nobody and would understand you, but that is not the truth at all.”

“She is no different from any of the rest of us three.”

Shara crossed her arms. “Do you wish to claim that I am a noble?” she asked. “That I have a noble upbringing?”

“Your words are proof enough. No tavern girl would learn to speak this well without a childhood training,” the prince said. “But that is not my proof. I have an entirely different proof, undeniable as well.”

He pointed to Shara. “This young girl is also a descendant of our ancestor, the Conqueror, Volter Golhlog.”

The sudden piece of information was enough to cause many gasps to occur from all around the surrounding area. None of the people had expected that at all.

Ning frowned, realizing that the truth had come somehow.

‘Who brought over that information?’ he thought, looking to the side. He saw no one. ‘Are they invisible?’

In the first place, he couldn’t imagine how the information had even come to them. This was way too quick.

‘Did someone tell them from our side?’ Ning thought, but only four people knew the truth, two of whom were from this country, and the other two had no reason to tell anyone at all.

‘They found the information all on their own then?’

He could only imagine that some sort of treasure had been used to uncover this hidden piece of knowledge.

“Try and deny it,” the prince spoke in a bold tone toward Shara, almost as if an adult trying to admonish a child for their folly. “Deny it, just so I can prove to them all how much of a liar you are.”

Shara was shaken to her core, but not enough to falter at this point.

She took a long and deep breath and stared directly at the prince. “I won’t deny it. It’s the truth. I have the blood of the Conqueror running through my veins.”

Those words were like a hammer to the glass house of hope that many had created around their image of Shara. To them, she had been the one person who could perhaps do something right, but she too turned out to be a descendant of that dreaded bloodline.

“I have the blood of the Conqueror running through me, but that does not mean I do not stand by any of the things I have said today,” Shara said. “I am still me. I was never a noble. I never got to see a gold coin until a few months ago. Life for me was perhaps worse than many out there.”

“The Conqueror’s blood did nothing to help me there. In fact, it only hurt me at every step. I lost my parents, then my grandmother, and my own life was put at stake. All because I had the Conqueror’s blood.”

“So, to me, his blood in my veins truly is the worst thing about me. And to be associated with you three, who led an army here to kill people who were minding their own business, just so you could sit on a throne that wasn’t even yours, I hate you three as well.”

Shara turned toward the people.

“Listen to me when I say this. I will be your Empress, not because I think I deserve it, but because you think I deserve it. My bloodline doesn’t make me who I am. My words and my actions do.”

“So let me show you who I am. Today with my words, and in the future with my actions, so that one day, we may all move forward in life.”

“I promise to you all, that you will never make a better choice.”