"Phantom Rebirth: The Last White Raven’s Path to the Ultimate Assassin"

The capital city stood in tense silence.

The streets, once filled with unease and dread, now overflowed with curiosity and whispers.

It had been one week since the Mad Queen’s Curse.

One week since the kingdom had woken up to a shattered throne.

And in that short span of time—everything had changed.

Because today, beneath the golden light of the morning sun, a new ruler was set to take the throne.

A ruler that none of them had expected.

The Coronation of the Exiled Princess

Alice von Revenant—once a forgotten Duke—now rode through the streets of the capital, her back straight, her piercing emerald eyes set forward.

Dressed in a sleek black and silver cloak, her royal attire was nothing like the gaudy gowns the previous Queen had worn.

No excess.

No indulgence.

Only sharp elegance and authority.

The people lined the streets, watching.

Some in awe.

Some in hesitation.

And yet—there was hope.

Hope that, for the first time in years, they were not being handed another tyrant.

Hope that this was not just another trap.

As Alice approached the grand palace gates, a hush fell over the crowd.

The gates creaked open.

And there, standing at the steps of the throne room, surrounded by nobles, knights, and advisors—

Was the King.

Lucius.

The last remnant of a dying rule.

His expression was unreadable as Alice ascended the steps.

A final moment of silent acknowledgment passed between them.

And then, in front of the entire kingdom—

Lucius removed his crown.

And placed it in Alice’s hands.

The crowd erupted.

The exiled princess had become the Queen.

Blood & Justice

The first day of Alice’s rule was not one of celebration.

It was one of reckoning.

By the time the sun set, the palace was no longer filled with whispers and schemes.

It was filled with screams.

Because Alice had wasted no time.

The corrupt nobles who had bled the kingdom dry were dragged from their estates.

The execution grounds, long abandoned under the previous Queen’s reign, now saw use once more.

Names were read aloud.

Crimes were exposed.

Heads fell.

And by the end of the first week, the nobility had been purged.

The people?

They watched.

They listened.

And they whispered a new name for that week.

The Week of Justice.

The Rebirth of a Kingdom

But Alice was not just a Queen of vengeance.

She was a Queen of rebuilding.

As soon as the rot had been removed, she set to work.

• Heavy taxes on the poor? Abolished.
• Trade restrictions that crushed merchants? Lifted.
• Cities left in ruin? Rebuilt.
• The starving? Fed.

For the first time in years, the kingdom breathed.

For the first time in years, they felt something they had long forgotten.

Hope.

Seraphis Watches from the Shadows

High above the city, perched on a rooftop, Seraphis watched the events unfold with a quiet smirk.

The Mad Queen was dead.

A new ruler had taken her place.

And the kingdom?

It was changing.

Fast.

"Not bad." she murmured, flicking a metal playing card between her fingers.

She had set the stage—and Alice had taken her role beautifully.

Now, all she had to do was wait and see.

Would Alice truly bring change?

Would she remain a Queen of justice?

Or would power, as it always did, corrupt?

Seraphis grinned.

"Let’s see how long this peace lasts."

Because in a kingdom like this—

There was always another storm on the horizon.