âIt has been a long time since it was reported that we succeeded in besieging the Emperor.â
According to schedule, Dylan should have come this way three hours ago with the Emperor tied up in a rope.
Then, a sudden speculation passes through Charlizeâs mind.
âIt canât be.â
She had an ominous hunch.
Somehow she felt strange. Charlize asked the messenger who approached.
âIs there any particular reason for His Highnessâs delay?â
âPerhaps isnât it because his task was important and encountered a few troubles along the way?â
The messenger answered, avoiding her gaze.
Clearly. There must be something.
To the messenger, who answered back, Charlize almost urged him to speak properly.
âI hope this is just my unnecessary worry.â
Charlize tried to suppress the strange feeling. In fact. The speculation itself didnât make sense. Dylan wouldnât do thatâŚ
Charlize showed patience.
Meanwhile, Akan was watching Charlize at the highest place where he received real-time reports from his subordinates.
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âThe shadow monsters were really all down. Itâs an enormous number close to four digits by approximationâŚâ
The two knights of the Grand Duke approached Akan. They were whispering in a dazed tone, as if frightened.
âIf a stranger sees this, they wouldnât even be able to imagine it was cut with a sword. It is so clean, without a single scar.â
âThatâs right. Young master.â
Akanâs expression hardened. Did that mean itâs real?
âCharlize dealt with thousands of shadow monsters in one day.â
How unrealistic it was. It would have sounded much more realistic to say that the devil wished for world peace or sparrows were the masters of dragons.
After completing the report, the knights stepped back with respect. Akan thought silently.
âThe other time, when she was poisoned by the Blackshaw flower, Charlize even woke up miraculously.â
Unless she was more than a master. The doctor said it was impossible.
âHow good is Charlizeâs skillâŚâ
It wasnât possible. Itâs beyond his imagination. The only thing he could say was that itâs so amazing that it didnât feel realistic.
Akan had seen Charlize teaching Dylan up close.
He felt it at that time, too.
Charlize was a genius.
However, at this point, the word genius couldnât explain the extent of her skills. A complete master. And perhaps⌠A transcendent ruler who could swallow all the highest ranking beings.
âWhen did she start preparing for the rebellion?â
Everyone moved in perfect order. The plan was being followed thoroughly. Dylanâs accession was now clear.
âBrother.â
âDonât you think itâs going well?â
Dante approached and spoke. Akan was looking up at Charlize.
Those who were willing to kneel and tighten their knees under the Grandmaster. A look of respect and willingness to support her sincerely.
Itâs too far and high. It went up so high that it couldnât be reached.
âDonât just watch Charlize, talk to herâŚâ
At Danteâs suggestion, Akan smiled bitterly.
âWhat am I going to say?â
Iâm glad that youâre alive? Thereâs a rumor that the reason the Duke of Kenin is loyal to the Crown Prince is because of your contribution. Is that true?
The Grand Duke was silent next to the two young masters. Because Charlize was shining brightly up there.
He couldnât even think of Charlize at the Grand Duchy. Her presence was dazzling with a blaze of brilliance.
âEveryone, stick to your positions.â
Charlize said.
She tried to wait for Dylan a bit more, but her head was too noisy. Even if she tried to pass it off as unnecessary anxiety. Itâs too late.
As Charlize climbed on the messengerâs horse, the messenger as well as several knights became confused.
âGr, Grandmaster? Where are you goingâŚ!â
âWait for my order.â
Charlizeâs cold words silenced everyone. It was only a short time, but they were completely under control.
Charlize pulled the horse reins. Beginning with a whinny, the horse neighed and ran away.
The sharp wind grazed her cheeks. Charlize pulled harder.
âMore, faster.â
However, did she ask for too much speed? At one point, the horse that was running at full speed hurt its leg and fell down.
The fall from a horse was at least a serious injury, but Charlize was not hurt by covering herself with her mana.
Charlize rolled over the ground. But soon, she stood up again.
She was already running when she came to her senses. The more she ran, the more she became convinced of her guess. What If. Perhaps Dylan. Was still there.
âBecause itâs Dylan.â
Charlize ran and ran.
Her fragile body couldnât draw out all the power of Saint, but she ran to the fullest.
Even though sheâs out of breath all the way to her chin, her lungs seem to explode, and she felt like her leg muscles were going to rupture.
She ran and ran. It was not long before she arrived.
The Imperial Palace.
It was burning.
The owner of corruption that had built up vice.
Seeing these dead bodies on the ground, the fall of the imperial family, it was a scene that she had long wanted for. The bodies of the imperial family were seen. Originally, the plan was to execute them through due process.
The thousand-year-old imperial building had collapsed, and the sky was covered with smoke. A painful shriek pierced her ears.
âIt canât be.â
The Emperor.
That may have been the reason why Dylan was late. To kill even the Emperor.
No. In the first place, he had been intending to kill the Emperor.
So that Charlize couldnât see the end of the Emperor. It crossed her mind that he might have known her biggest purpose for all of this was the Emperor.
âSince when did Dylan get out of my control?â
Pillars of fire soared from all around her. Charlize jumped into the flames.
Perhaps because of her hundreds of years of experience, Charlizeâs wits was surprisingly cold and level-headed, even at this moment.
Charlize breathed hard.
Eventually, she ran into Dylan. A tyrant whom she had believed she could control.
âMaster.â
There was a surprised look on his face, as if he couldnât believe she was before him.
There was no tender voice or the presence of the Emperor. No.
The Emperor was lying at Dylanâs feet. Dietrich I. The main culprit of all the ringleaders that made her into âKeiraâ.
âThe Emperor. Did you kill him?â
Charlizeâs voice was filled with emotions, unlike usual.
Charlize looked at Dylan with an enraged look. The end of the Emperor must be done with her own hands. She had to see it through with her own eyes.
She decided to do that more than 10 years ago, and today she ran all the way here, giving everything up.
âI asked if you killed him.â
But instead of answering, Dylan only smoothed his clothes. And it wasnât until after a while, he replied.
It didnât make sense. How could he be alive when he wasnât breathing and didnât show any signs of being alive?
The moment she thought so, the Emperor moved. Charlize held her breath. She was delighted for a moment. She was happy to see him rolling on the ground. It was he, the Emperor who turned herself into Keira and had spent 400 years.
âArenât you curious about how I did it?â
ââŚHow, did you do it?â
Charlizeâs gaze went up again and faced Dylan.
Once upon a time, he had just been a boy. He had been a clear and pure child. But now, he was a complete and total man. A traitor who took the throne by burying the blood of the imperial family and bringing down the Imperial Palace.
A tyrant who was about to destroy his country and bring it to a catastrophe. He was covered in thick blood, but he directly and blindly stared at Charlize.
Perhaps, even after all this time, he was just a student who longed to be praised. Dylan took off his lips slowly.
âAt first, I tried to kill him with a sword. But when I saw my father, I suddenly thought this.â
Charlize held her breath.
âBecause the fundamental reality of the subject that Master was obsessed with is the Emperor. Instead of thinking that I should just kill him with my own hands so that Master doesnât think of giving up on her life. Thereâs a better way.â
ââŚâ
âIâve decided not to kill him. I felt a great hatred that I couldnât even count. I felt that I shouldnât touch him.â
ââŚâ
âInstead of killing him all at once and making him feel no pain, I would rather let him live and drive him into a painful hell. I think it would be a more certain revenge.â
Charlize was horrified and terrified, apart from how far Dylan had read her. Dylan spoke tenderly, as if asking for her consent.
âDonât you think so, Master?â
The Emperor, who was tied on the ground, blinks his eyes like a goldfish with a look laced with anger and fear.
His mouth was bound and gagged, covered in blood. He couldnât escape even if he tried to wriggle like a worm. He couldnât exist as a person anymore.
He was the father who gave birth to Dylan. Rather, he could understand that it was human goodness for Dylan to kill his biological father.
However, Dylan smiled softly with a refreshing look.
âSo I fed him a piece of Ehyrit.â
This. He crossed. The line.
Feeding pieces has been considered to be the most terrible thing people can do. The re-creation of life is the realm of God. It was an inviolable part that people shouldnât overlook.
She thought that thereâs no way to completely destroy a person than by changing their nature.
So when she had become âKeiraâ. She had been so angry, cold, and distant.
âDeal with him as you want, Master. âThisâ will now live and move even if you cut off his arms, you can cut off his tongue and he will not die, if Master wants to.â
-Rather.
âYou can also make âthisâ into a sword.â
It would have been better to kill the Emperor.
Dylan was smiling softly. He said the Emperor was alive and suffered extreme pain. He said he wouldnât die even if killed. He would be able to solve his Masterâs wish.
He added a word.
She couldnât hear it.
Charlize thought she was suffocating. She was finally watching the fall of the Emperor, who had fractured and crushed her for a long time.
However. This kind of revenge. She didnât even think about such a thing.
Now, the Emperor had paid the price for making âKeiraâ. He was paid back in the same way for the evil he committed in trying to turn a person into a sword.
Because he himself had become a half-sword after having eaten a piece of Ehyrit.
A horrifying thrill ran across her body. How could there be such a perfect solution to the puzzle?
A small piece called the Emperor was set by a piece of Ehyrit to complete the puzzle about Keira. The perfection whitened her eyes.
ââŚMaster?â
Dylan asked anxiously, wearing a gentle puppy-like face. Dylan reached out his hand and tried to hug Charlize.
But Charlize didnât move. Still, she looked down at the Emperor.
At this moment, Charlize didnât want Dylanâs intervention. Dylan held his breath as her rejection was read vividly.
âWhy?â
Dylan remembered Charlizeâs vow to stay by his side no matter what he did.
âIf you remove the Emperor with your own hands, you will lose the will to live. If I kill the Emperor, youâll hate me, so Iâll let him live forever.â
Even if he was stabbed with a sword, he might suffer, but he wouldnât die. Fire and water didnât kill a body that was regenerated with Ehyrit. Wasnât this the best revenge?
Getting your hands on the object of your revenge that would not stop breathing even if you treat it the way you want. That was the most perfect gift Dylan could ever give.
But.
Charlizeâs eyelashes trembled. It was the first time that her calm face was shaken.
Dylan was a genius. The problem was that he was genius enough to go beyond what Charlize could handle.
As a result, Charlize hardened like a stone in front of the Emperor who was made exactly like âKeiraâ.
She felt a chilling urge to run away from Dylan, who had appropriately deduced something she didnât even explain.
Dylan, who had now become a complete tyrant, bowed his head against Charlizeâs neck for the first time.
Like a child. Like a beast with a charm. Charlize quietly held her breath with her eyes wide open.
Dylanâs breath gently touched and tickled her skin. It was too close.