The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1417

The Administrative Office of the Westeria Residence was cloaked in silence.

Catherine sat in the throne chair, her posture upright but her expression weary. The burden was clear on her face.

Ever since she inherited the position, she had come to realize just how different this seat of power was compared to her past life—one filled with freedom, vengeance, and the wild justice of the underworld.

Back then, with her grandfather standing behind her like a fortress, she had the freedom to act on instinct. If she saw injustice, she could strike it down without hesitation, without consequence.

But now, holding the Westeria Token meant more than just power. It meant navigating a complex web of diplomacy, duty, and accountability—not to herself, but to an entire nation.

She had learned, through grueling experience, that running a country was like cooking a delicate meal: it required care, patience, and precision.

No rash move could be allowed. Every decision could ripple out into consequences far beyond what the eye could see.

A single moment of indulgence could lead to irreversible damage.

Her grandfather had warned her, time and again. When you sit in this chair, there is no room for personal feelings. Morality blurs. Right and wrong are no longer clear lines—they are measured in outcomes, in the balance of power, and in the good of the nation.

Even if you give everything—your energy, your soul—you may still be met with scorn.

And yet, if your heart is truly set on serving the people, you learn to endure.

You learn to walk forward through misunderstanding and criticism because the perspective from this height is different. You see further.

Most people fight only for their own interests.

But from this chair, you fight for everyone.

The reckless freedom of the underworld no longer belonged here.

Since Robin left Earthend, Catherine hadn't stopped worrying.

There were moments when she considered sneaking off to join him, to follow him into that unknown adventure, but her position wouldn't allow it.

Catherine was compelled to wait patiently.

When Robin handed her the launch codes for the superweapon system, he didn't just entrust her with technology—he handed her the weight of the world.

And oh, how she wished she could set it all down. How she longed to walk away from this lonely fortress of responsibility and run off with the man she loved. To roam the world, sword in hand, side by side.

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