[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-exiled-from-the-start-and-dominating-the-wastela":3,"chapter-exiled-from-the-start-and-dominating-the-wastela-exiled-from-the-start-and-dominating-the-wastela-chapter-112":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Exiled from the Start and Dominating the Wasteland with an Intelligence System",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":12,"novelImage":21},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1688600,2155,"Chapter 112 : Chapter 112","exiled-from-the-start-and-dominating-the-wastela-chapter-112",112,"\u003Cp>Chapter 112. Lynn Aurora, Eli the Master Actor\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lynn?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius murmured the name in a daze. Those unfathomable eyes of his were now filled with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten years ago, when he had held an important post in the royal capital of Orlandia, he had spent quite a long period of time with that lively and adorable grandniece of his, the one with the royal family’s distinctive silver-white hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That tiny figure, her bright laughter, and the way she cried when she was hurt had all once brought a rare trace of warmth into his cold political life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The face before him had shed its childish softness and gained a measure of resilience forged by hardship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But those brows, that outline, and especially that equally striking white hair...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were at least seventy to eighty percent similar to the Princess Lynn in his memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Lucius murmur the name in such a rare lapse of composure, Eli naturally turned his head back and smoothly introduced her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lynn? Sir Lucius, I believe you may have mistaken her for someone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the very person I mentioned before—my wife, Aila.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Aila heard Eli directly call her his wife in front of someone so exalted, her cheeks still flushed faintly, even though it was the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She quietly moved her hand behind her back and gave Eli’s arm a light pinch, half shy, half reproachful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eli did his best to keep his expression calm, as if nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aila had no choice but to step forward and bow to Lucius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aila greets Sir Lucius.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius did not respond. His gaze remained fixed on Aila.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That stare was too intent, and it made Aila deeply uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was it that look again?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Eli raised his voice slightly and repeated himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir Lucius?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That call finally seemed to pull Lucius back from his dazed state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly drew in a deep breath. The shock in his eyes faded slightly, only to be replaced by an emotion so complicated it was almost unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, in a rare breach of composure, he strode out from behind the desk and directly reached out to help Aila upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Child...” Lucius’s voice was hoarse as he pressed urgently, “What is your name? Tell me your full name!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aila was made even more flustered by the great man’s sudden urgency and answered instinctively,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir Lucius, I... I’m called Aila.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word escaped Lucius almost at once, and only afterward did he realize how out of character he had become.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forcibly reined in his emotions, but his brows remained tightly furrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Eli interjected at just the right time, his tone carrying perfectly measured confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir Lucius, she is indeed called Aila. She is my wife. Is... there some problem?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing that, Lucius raised a hand and rubbed hard at his temple, as if trying by force to calm himself from the tremendous shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, much of his usual steadiness had returned to his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the slight quickening of his speech still betrayed how far from calm he truly was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Child... would you... let me see your left hand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aila grew even more puzzled. She instinctively looked toward Eli, asking with her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eli naturally gave her a gentle nod, signaling for her to do as asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief hesitation, Aila extended her left hand, palm up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius’s gaze fell on her fingers, especially the place where the bases of her index finger and middle finger met, and he examined it carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered it clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten years ago, in the royal capital, he had once been entrusted by his niece to look after little Lynn for a short while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of a moment’s carelessness, he had failed to put away the fruit knife left on the table in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curious little Lynn had imitated the way adults cut fruit and accidentally sliced her own finger on her left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wound had not been deep, but it had bled a great deal at the time and frightened the child into sobbing uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His niece had given him a fierce scolding afterward, saying that he did not know how to care for a child at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The location of that scar...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still remembered it vividly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze locked onto the side of Aila’s left index finger. There... there really was a mark there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was extremely, extremely faint, almost smoothed away by time itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But on close inspection, a very shallow linear scar could indeed be made out. The position... matched exactly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could there truly be such a coincidence in this world?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same facial features. The same hair color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the position of an insignificant little scar from many years ago was exactly the same?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Lucius almost began to wonder whether he was trapped in some bizarre dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To verify it, he lifted his hand and gave Eli, who was standing nearby, a light punch on the shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caught completely off guard, Eli looked at Lucius in astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir Lucius, what... what was that for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aila also frowned at once, and her tone carried a trace of displeasure and protectiveness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir Lucius!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His status might be exalted, but striking her Eli for no reason was unacceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius paid no attention to their reactions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sensation was real. The response was real. This was not a dream, nor was it an illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew in a deep breath, then turned his gaze back to Aila’s face. His expression had become extraordinarily complex as he asked again,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you certain... she is your wife? How did the two of you meet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a bitter smile, Eli answered honestly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Sir Lucius, beyond any doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We... first met in Thorne City. At the time, she seemed to have lost her memory, so I...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lost her memory...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knot of doubt in Lucius’s heart seemed at last to have found a reasonable explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Aila, and his eyes were now completely filled with gentleness and... excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lynn... child, look at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you truly... not remember who I am at all? Do you truly not remember anything from the past?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aila, who had still been feeling a little frightened over the fact that she had just dared to scold one of the highest rulers in the Western Frontier, suddenly had her eyes light up at Lucius’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her excitement, she forgot all decorum and grabbed Lucius by the arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir Lucius! That’s wonderful! You... you know me?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I... I can’t remember anything at all! Who was I before? Where did I come from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Aila’s urgent questions and seeing the confusion and yearning in her eyes, the last trace of doubt in Lucius’s heart finally vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So that was it...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had lost her memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tremendous surge of pity and responsibility rose in his heart at once, but along with it came a trace of hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked into Aila’s eyes, so full of hope, and in the end, he sighed inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Things had already come to this. There was no longer any point in hiding it from her. She also had the right to know her own origins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius’s voice turned solemn. He gently clasped Aila’s hand in return and said, word by word,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your name is not Aila. Your name is Lynn Aurora.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aila held her breath, staring at him without blinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your mother was the most beloved daughter of Federico La Roche, Duke of the Western Frontier.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your father...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Was Augustus Aurora, King of the Kingdom of Orlando.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Ah?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aila—or rather, Lynn Aurora—went completely rigid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes widened, as if she could not comprehend what she had just heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her father was the King? Her grandfather was the Duke of the Western Frontier? How... how could that be possible?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer weight of the revelation crashed into her mind like a tidal wave, instantly stripping away her ability to think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside her, Eli worked hard to look so shocked that his mouth dropped open wide enough to fit an egg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Wolfgang, who had been standing silently by the door, doing his utmost to reduce his own presence, had his furry wolf ears shoot straight upright, his bell-sized eyes filled with disbelief as he, too, fell into a stunned daze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange silence descended over the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after several seconds did Eli seem to struggle to recover his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Lucius, his tone full of uncertainty and enormous shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir Lucius... you... your meaning is...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aila... she is the Kingdom’s princess... Her Highness Lynn Aurora?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius nodded calmly, confirming that earthshaking truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his gaze never left Eli’s face. Sharp and searching, it observed every minute flicker of expression there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet what he saw on Eli’s face was nothing but pure shock and confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no prior scheme, no calculation—only the genuine reaction of a man struck senseless by the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that, a complicated bitter smile rose to Lucius’s lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man who had spent his entire life inside political whirlpools did not believe in coincidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet everything before him...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eli, this frontier lord from the royal capital, had somehow happened to find the Kingdom’s amnesiac princess in Thorne, and through a chain of accidents had become her companion...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could this truly be the arrangement of the gods? Was it some enormous joke played by fate?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his gaze back to Lynn, who was still standing there in a daze, his eyes filled with the affection and guilt of an elder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached out and gently drew the girl, who seemed to have lost all strength, into his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am your granduncle... Lynn... child... welcome home...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried a faint tremor that was difficult to detect, the eruption of emotions he had suppressed for far too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the side, Eli watched the scene, and the carefully maintained look in his eyes gradually softened as well, becoming complicated and gentle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that from this moment onward, many things would become completely different.\u003C\u002Fp>",1685,"2026-06-06T13:50:45.844Z",1,"novelbin.me","8e5a724088baef1251d7f1634ad2726686a978db1b18954935bdbbf278c1f050","exiled-from-the-start-and-dominating-the-wastela-chapter-1","exiled-from-the-start-and-dominating-the-wastela-chapter-111","https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fexiled-from-the-start-and-dominating-the-wastela-cover.jpg"]