They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System
Chapter 347: I Was Wrong

Chapter 347: I Was Wrong

So Little sweetie cancelled that idea and came up with a new almost impossible plan. She could still remember….

…. How her hands had trembled as she finally made the call last night: “Sir, it’s falling apart. If you want to see them again, come soon.”

But presently, instead of turning toward her… Somto did nothing.

He did not expose her. Did not even glance her way.

He had heard her… and he had come. But it did not seem like he was here to punish her or to speak of failures.

Little Sweetie let out a breath she did not know she was holding and silently thanked the stars above that she had made that call in time.

Flashback — The Night Before

Across the glittering seas of the continent, deep inside a fortress high above the capital city of a powerful Kingdom, a secure phone buzzed on a glass desk.

Not just any phone.

It was the phone.

The special line.

The one that only rang when something was serious enough to rattle kingdoms.

General Somto’s eyes snapped open the second he heard the custom ringtone, sharp, distinct, impossible to ignore. He reached for it, already knowing who it was.

“Talk to me,” he said, no greeting, just steel in his voice.

A quiet voice responded, barely above a whisper. Calm. Tense. Female.

“They’ve been captured,” Little Sweetie said. “All of them. Locked in the Purlit central dungeon. I’ve infiltrated the outer ring of the castle. I can see everything but… I’m running out of time.”

Somto sat up straighter, every muscle in his body tensing. “Are they alive?”

“For now. But there’s an execution set for mid morning. I… I didn’t want to interfere too early. I thought maybe they would pull through. I didn’t want to blow my cover unless absolutely necessary.”

There was a beat of silence.

Her voice dropped lower, regret slipping in. “I miscalculated, sir. I should’ve acted sooner.”

Somto was already on his feet, pacing. His mind calculating distances, time, deployment capacity.

“How much backup do you need?” he asked, his voice clipped.

Little Sweetie hesitated. “Depends on the squad. If it’s the Elite unit… one squad should be enough. If it’s regulars—”

“Forget it,” Somto cut her off. “Don’t move a muscle. Don’t do anything else.”

She blinked. “Sir?”

“I’m coming myself.”

Little Sweetie “…”

There was a long silence on the other end.

Little Sweetie’s voice wavered through the line, tense with concern.

“Sir, this… this isn’t something that requires your attention personally. We can handle it—”

Somto cut her off, his voice low, resolute.

“She’s in trouble.”

That was all it took.

Just those four words, and everything else melted away.

There was a long pause before he spoke again. This time softer, almost to himself.

“She needs me.”

Little Sweetie fell silent.

Somto turned to face the window of his war room, the cold night wind drifting in. He closed his eyes for a heartbeat.

“This isn’t about competence, and it’s not about hierarchy,” he said. “You’ve done more than enough. You’ve been my chief eyes and ears for years. This… this is my mistake.”

He let the words hang there for a moment. Words he had been chewing on for a long time.

“I’ve spent the last ten years convincing myself that silence was protection. That distance would keep her safe.”

His hand tightened on the phone, the weight of his guilt finally surfacing.

“But I was wrong.”

His thoughts flashed back to the grand ball, hospital, the moment he saw her again after all those years. The moment everything inside him shifted. That night, it had hit him how far she had grown, how strong… and yet how alone she had always been.

And how much he had failed her.

“I stayed away to shield her… but all I did was leave her exposed. Alone.”

He exhaled deeply, the decision final in his chest.

“I owe her everything, Little Sweetie. From now on, she’s never facing anything without me. Whether I’m supposed to be involved or not.”

He grabbed his coat and walked toward the helipad, giving no room for further argument.

“She’s my person.”

Little Sweetie didn’t know what to say. She remembered that night clearly, how the general’s voice had sliced through the distance with finality “I’m coming over myself.”

Back then, it felt like overkill. Like he was just reacting out of duty.

But now, standing at the edge of the execution ground and watching him, watching the way his entire presence had shifted when he saw Nnenna hurt, she realized something else.

General Somto had never been passive about his sister.

He may have seemed distant. Silent. Unmoved.

But every elite squad member positioned near Nnenna over the years knew better. Including her.

He had been watching. Protecting. Shielding her from behind the scenes.

And anyone who truly understood the quiet, terrifying force that was General Somto would know this: Nnenna could have fallen a hundred times… but he never let her hit the ground.

Even when she didn’t know it.

Even when the world, including Nnenna, thought he had turned his back on her.

He never did.

Little Sweetie’s gaze flicked as she remembered the old housekeeper in Lionara castle. He had always been close to Nnenna, loyal, kind, firm in discipline but soft with her.

Everyone in the castle thought his rise through the ranks was luck.

They didn’t know it was Somto’s doing.

He had positioned him there. Promoted him faster than protocol allowed. So he could be closer. So Nnenna would have someone in that castle who truly cared. Someone to protect her when Somto couldn’t.

The housekeeper never knew why things worked in his favor.

And most of the other guards Somto sent to Lionara with Little sweetie had no idea who was pulling the strings.

Only a handful of them, elite, trusted, silent, knew the truth.

General Somto never left his sister unguarded.

He just did it from the shadows.