Alice huffed, muttering under her breath as she tinued s clothes. "At least let me make sure you don’t look like a beggar at the ceremony."

  Ravenna chuckled. "I’d expeothing less from you."

  As the door clicked shut behind Alice, Ravenna exhaled and leaned ba her chair. The faint sound of waves crashing against the shore outside Jo City served as a rhythmic remihat she wasn’t in the imperial capital yet. But her mind was already there—sifting through possibilities, pying through events like pieces on a chessboard.

  With a flick of her wrist, she summohe Reputation System. A translut windoeared before her, floating in midair.

  [ Reputation System v0.1 ]User: Ravenna Sorius / Joy Cha KimReputation Level: 61 (4032 / 9400 EXP)Curreation Points: 24,567Titles: Raven of the Sun Pace, Unruly Princess

  { View Reputation Log } { Speation Points }

  "Hmm..." Ravenna hummed thoughtfully. Her reputation points had been growing steadily, But that wasn’t her main focus.

  [ Speation Points ]

  Access to the I: 100 Points per HourAccess to Magic Spell Library: 100 Points per Hraphical Ss: 5 Points per 1 KilometerNullify Minor Poison Damage on Self: 250 PointsNullify minor Poison Damage on Others: 350 Points per EntityMinor Heal: 1,000 Points per EntityMajor Heal: (Locked)Lie Detector: (Locked)She swiped through the system interfad pulled up the I Fun, quickly navigating to the familiar website—the archive of the novel. Her fingers moved with practiced ease as she scrolled through the pages, re-reading the arc they were currently in.

  Serena’s wedding marks the clusion of the William Arc. After that, Eugene moves on to a different cast while William tinues his pursuit of the throne.

  Ravenna tapped her fingers against the desk.

  “Did I receive the invitation simply because I’m still alive?”

  In the novel’s inal timeline, Ravenna should be long dead by the time this event took pce. The poiso to kill her would have already dos work.

  Her presence alone was a deviation from the plot. And she couldn’t ignore what that meant.

  “If I refuse to go, they’ll think I’m plotting something,” Ravenna muttered, eyes narrowing as she scrolled further.

  She tinued reading, analyzing every detail of the events surrounding Serena’s wedding. And then—

  Something was off. She scrolled back, sing the text again, her mind w at a breakneck pace. It all makes sense.

  She had long suspected that Ravenna inally died in Ronin Town but now she was sure of it.

  If Ravenna had been poisoned within the imperial pace, she shouldn’t have sted long enough to reach Jo. The Ronin family must have been involved in the poisoning.

  If she had truly died there in the inal timelihen her ente—Hughes, John, Alice—should have been able to send word of her death back to the imperial pace. But they never did. No funeral. No m. ion of her death in the all.

  Because nobody even knew she had died. Her heart pounded as the realizatio in.

  The Ronin Family must have wiped out her ee after the poisoning took effect, ensuring that no messages escaped. And then, to cover their tracks, they must have staged an atta Jo City like in this timeline, bming it on pirates—spreading the false narrative that Ravenna had been kidnapped and disappeared without a trace.

  That’s why no one in the empire ever spoke of her again. It wasn’t just an assassination—it was an erasure. And William—he had known.

  That expined why he had so quickly unched a crusade against the Ronin Family in the novel, uhe guise of "resg sves". He had used their involvement in human traffig as an excuse to dismahem, destroying all traces of their e to her death.

  The Ronin Family had been loyal to William. He had used them, let them carry out his dirty work, and then discarded them the moment they became a liability. He had tied up his loose ends so ly that even the narrative of the novel never aowledged his hand in Ravenna’s death.

  The atta Jo City had still happened, but this time, Ravenna was alive to see it unfold. That ged everything.

  Her survival had disrupted the natural flow of the plot. It forced the story to at for her presence, and the imperial court had responded accly.

  Ravenna sat ba her chair, tapping her fingers rhythmically against the desk."I o make sure I stay out of the core events, and everything will be fine," she muttered to herself.

  She had already read this part of the novel multiple times, but she skimmed through it once more, ensuring there were ails she had overlooked.

  The Wedding Arc.

  In the novel, Serena’s wedding was not just a grand imperial event—it was a catastrophe.

  The ceremony was attacked by a horde of magical beasts, they tore through the pace guards like paper. Hundreds died, including noble families and high-ranking officials.

  And in the midst of the chaos, two figures rose as heroes.

  Eugene and William.

  The protagonist and the prince led the terattack, rallying what remained of the imperial forces to fight back. Their as solidified William’s reputation, painting him as a leader worthy of the throne. His favorability among nobles skyrocketed, pushing his cim as emperor even further.

  Meanwhile, Eugene uncovered a critical clue about the mastermind behind the attack.

  That moment marked the end of the William Arc. From there, Eugehe capital to pursue the vilin behind the attack, and a new cast of characters joined him in the arc.

  Ravenna sighed, rubbiemples.

  "All I o do is leave the room before the attack happens aurn safely afterward," she murmured.

  It wasn’t a plicated pn. She didn’t o interfere. She didn’t o be a hero or a vilin. She just o stay out of the way.

  She closed the floating system window and exhaled slowly, staring at the ceiling.

  “Hopefully, this trip doesn’t cause any major plot deviations…”

  But deep down, she had a sinking feeling.

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