DYBAR - Chapter 146 Declaration Of War

DYBAR - Chapter 146 Declaration Of War

Do Your Best And Regret





“Don’t come near with such disillusioned thoughts.”

“...What?"

With a suppressed voice of disbelief, Bethany raised her head.

It was a Young Lady's voice, but this tone of speaking lowered the ending.

“It’s disgusting. I hope it covers her face too.”

“Olivia.... !”

It was a Princess.

While the Prince's voice rang loudly, Bethany looked at the Young Lady with her eyes filled with astonishment. She has an upright posture and a smile with only the corners of her mouth pulled in leisurely.

Although her hair color and appearance were different, the attitude of the Young Lady in front of her reminded her of the Princess.

“Olivia. What does that mean! What you said to me from the bottom of your heart.”

“It didn’t just apply to Your Highness.”

“... What?"

Leopold, who had been fuming while holding his handkerchief, looked blank for a moment. If this story doesn't just apply to him right now, it means...!

Olivia looked at the Emperor beyond the prince. The Emperor's solemn expression was not disturbed at all, as if he knew something.

“I don’t know if I have accurately conveyed one of Her Highness’s previous Grand Duchess wishes, but I think Her Highness would know for sure.”

The Emperor knew it the moment he heard it. The tone of the speech is slightly different, but the ending is the same. And even the last words she said to him."

Disillusioned thoughts, and disgusting faces. These were incredibly raw words for someone who was a Princess to say, but they were words that stimulated his desire to possess them even more.

The Emperor felt a creeping desire spread through him. If he could borrow the mouth of that child who speaks expressionlessly, would it be possible to have a conversation with the dead Princess?

Just as the Emperor looked back and forth between the portrait and Olivia, Olivia also looked at the portrait and Bethanny.

“In that sense, in keeping with the legacy of the previous Grand Duchess, Vikander will be responsible for the portrait from this time on. According to the final will contained in the portrait, the time has come for Her Highness the Grand Duchess to return to Vikander.”

Olivia deliberately pronounced 'when' with strong force. According to the previous Grand Duchess' last wish, 'the time' would come soon. A definite, not vague, feeling was taking control of Olivia.

Her heart was pounding. It was a time when I looked at the Prince, thinking a lot about whether I might have missed this golden opportunity or whether I had given Bethanny too weak a signal.

After hearing a soft sneer, slow steps approached Olivia. The Emperor was looking at Olivia as if he was lusting after her.

“If the ability was to communicate with the dead through portraits, it would have been better not to reveal it. Princess.”

".....”

“If you can communicate with a dead Princess through your mouth, then even setting aside the fact that the Princess is a bloodline of the Madeleine family, you can go to the imperial palace....”

At that moment, the Emperor fell silent for a moment. The Princess standing in front of the portrait and the Princess is in the portrait. Perhaps because they both had expressionless faces, they were much more similar than he thought.

Yes, two faces that look quite similar.

The Emperor pursed his lips. A strange desire began to appear between the brilliantly sparkling pitch-black eyes.

“No, isn’t it such a strange and interesting ability that I want to keep it by my side?”

At that moment, he felt the Prince raise his head. But the Emperor tried to ignore his son. If she is a Princess whose chastity is questioned anyway, even if the Crown Prince wants to ignore that fact, the conclusion will be that she is not suitable for the position of Crown Princess in the future.

In that case, now that Duke Madeleine is out of his mind, it is also reasonable to keep the Princess by his side instead of the Prince...

“The Princess’s portrait has been here for over 10 years, and will remain here for the rest of my life.”

... Isn't this an opening that the Emperor himself can take advantage of?

“It’s as if it’s obvious that the Princess will not be able to escape this imperial palace.”

"Your Majesty!"

At that moment, the Prince shouted. However, the Emperor continued speaking without taking his stern gaze off Olivia until the end.

“It would be very disappointing if you came here believing in the wizard’s residual talent. The Princess may have only vaguely heard about it, but this imperial palace has a very solid barrier magic in place.”

It was only a moment, but Olivia flinched. She must have vaguely heard about barrier magic.

The Emperor nodded generously. Overconfidence in the imperial palace's barrier magic, which no one could penetrate, leaked out.

“Any magic large or small that can be used under there can only be done with the permission of the court wizard who cast the barrier magic.”

Knock, knock.

As soon as the Emperor finished speaking, a knock was heard. A polite report from the Chamberlain was heard from outside the door.

"Your Majesty. The wizard is asking for an audience.”

“I guess you came at the right time. Please come in.”

As soon as permission was given, the door to the deepest part of the Emperor's bedroom opened.

Imperial Palace Wizard Kinson entered the room with his head bowed and reflected on the chamberlain's words.

“We ran out of portraits again today! I was going to fetch the wizard before Your Majesty found out. Where on earth were you?”
 
It fell again not long after the preservation spell was cast...! 

However, since explosive power was recently discovered in Vikander territory, doubts have grown as to whether the magic surrounding the imperial palace may have weakened.

“Meet Your Majesty, Sun of the Empire,”

Kinson, who had been wistfully greeting him as he wondered if his strength had weakened, solemnly raised his head.

There were three other people in this secret space where only the Emperor was always present. The Prince who seemed to be in a strange mood, the silver-haired Princess who stood calmly, and the rest...

"Wizard?"

Kinson muttered uncertainly. The slight power felt by that middle-aged woman seemed to be a magical power, but he wasn't sure.

There were also signs in the room of the explosive energy Kinson felt at the Father's Day banquet.

While Kinson was preoccupied with the feeble traces, the Emperor continued speaking in a slow tone.

“Are you here, Kinson? You and your disciples were just talking about the strong barrier magic that was installed in the imperial palace. To that wizard who doesn’t know that he can’t use magic in the imperial palace unless it’s approved by you.”

“Well, Your Majesty. Is that wizard 
from North Vikander?"

But before Kinson could finish speaking, a noble voice rang out.

“Your brilliant Majesty. It seems like you didn’t understand that even the handkerchief I threw was the legacy of the previous Grand Duchess.”

"What?"

A handkerchief. The Emperor looked at the Prince for a moment. The white handkerchief was held tightly in his hand while the Prince stood there dumbfounded. That's the Princess's will...

Throwing a handkerchief at an opponent means challenging someone to a duel. Isn’t this a declaration of war that Vikander dares to challenge the empire?

The emperor suddenly burst into anger.

“You put up with your arrogant behavior in appreciation of your face that resembles the Princess! There is nothing that cannot be said with an open mouth! Arrest those two right now, no! Kinson!”

“Yes, yes! Your Majesty!"

Kinson, startled by his name suddenly being called, hurriedly walked to the Emperor's side. The Emperor pointed to the portrait with a heavy sigh.

“Put a preservation spell on that portrait right before their eyes and pin it to the wall! So that that arrogant bitch can see my face for the rest of her life! So that it can be stuffed and only stay in that place!”

The Emperor was unfamiliar with being refused favor. Even more so when they are brutally trampled on.

A repetition of the rejection he had received from the Princess.

The Emperor's anger, which he experienced again from the woman's teeth that resembled her, spread out uncontrollably.

Kinson quickly reached for the portrait. However, the portrait was not immediately restored to its original state as the Emperor had wished. Strangely enough, even casting a spell on the picture to make it float did not work properly.

Kinson, who was examining the portrait, realized that there was something magical about the portrait's face. His barrier magic was broken, and the broken magic stayed at the edge of the portrait without dispersing.

The broken magic doesn't disappear and stays. Could it be that the wizard did something to the portrait?

In this situation, there was only one way to cast the preservation spell again.

Disarming the barrier magic for a moment and then casting a preservation spell on the portrait again at that moment.

Now that the wizard was inside the imperial palace, and even in the Emperor's bedroom, it was dangerous to lift the barrier. Unlike Kinson, who was fading away, the Emperor was screaming with a red face, angry all the way to his head.

“Watch carefully, Princess. Whatever the Princess's wishes are, you will never be fulfilled. How dare you blow away the opportunity to be by the Emperor’s side and the chance to stay by the Prince’s side with your mouth!”

“Well, Your Majesty.”

It was impossible to disarm the barrier magic carelessly. A shout of warning was given to Kinson, who carefully called the emperor.

"Hurry!"

Kinson pursed his lips. As an older man, he had no other options now.

The years of living as the highest wizard in the palace, and the arrogance that built up as a result, helped Kinson make his decision. It only takes a moment. Release it briefly, cast the spell in an instant, and then set the barrier again.

At that level, it would be a time when the woman, who could not even feel his magical power, would be able to cast magic.

So Kinson closed his eyes. And he began to disarm the barrier magic without anyone noticing.

But at that moment, a halo of light erupted from the portrait.

Looking at the light that filled the room like an explosion of concentrated power, Bethanny instinctively thought that she had entered the imperial palace just for this moment.

"Miss!"

Bethanny blindly grabbed Olivia's hand. She then cast the spell for the first time in her life, making her most powerful wish.

Not only Leopold but also the Emperor and the wizard closed their eyes tightly due to the strong light that made it impossible to open their eyes.

The situation that seemed to continue unending came to an end in an instant as everything turned white as if in a vacuum.

"What... !”

Leopold let out a short groan in a devastated voice. Clearly, Olivia, who had been in front of him just a moment ago, had disappeared. The woman who was said to be a wizard also disappeared.

The only trace of Olivia's presence was the handkerchief in his hand.

"Wizard! What's happening!"

"That is... That's me too... !”

The pure energy accelerated the lifting of the barrier magic. Kinson stuttered because he couldn't figure out anything else. His mind went blank as the Prince's anger filled the room.

If it became known that he had broken the barrier even for a moment, it was a rage that would kill him. Kinson pursed his lips.

Meanwhile, the Emperor, who had been blinking to understand what was happening, looked at the portrait placed on one side and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Unlike the Princess or wizard who disappeared, the portrait of the Princess remained the same.

The Princess's statement that she would take responsibility for the portrait was wrong. At this moment, the Princess and the little wizard were just playing a trick by curling her tail. Always aiming for the portrait they couldn't take.

The two of them were definitely around here. With that in mind, the Emperor approached the portrait. Then there was a momentary pause. Before his eyes, a red flame appeared on the portrait, and soon the edges of the portrait began to burn.

“Wizard, that fire... !”

The Emperor, who was yelling, was startled and took a step back from the portrait. Unbelievably, the Princess's eyes in the burning portrait were laughing at him.
 
Just like the day the portrait was first dropped when the Emperor momentarily couldn't believe his eyes.

“If you imprison me, nothing will change.”
 
Suddenly the Emperor remembered his meeting with the Princess. The moment her formal words came to mind, the Princess's smile-like face slowly began to burn.

As if to escape this stuffy place forever. The fire that consumed the portrait, leaving no soot on the frame, soon disappeared into the air.

The Emperor, who was watching the flow of smoke, fell into his seat.

All the life left the body. A sense of desolation, loss, and a Princess who had slipped out of his hands forever.

"Ha ha ha… … .”

The place where the sand castle collapsed after being swept away by the waves. For a brief moment, the Emperor held his white head and laughed as if he were crying. Instead of worrying about his father, the Prince criticized the wizard and gave a cold order with his back turned to the Emperor.

“...Find out where the two escaped immediately.” 

***

Meanwhile, under the rising moon in the Great Sage. Vikander Territory.

After leaving Vikander Castle, Edwin pulled on the reins with all his might. A crumpled purple envelope that clearly wasn't Olivia's handwriting.

It was because of his father that his destination, which was about to head to Tristan, was changed.

“... Go to the mine, Edwin.”


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  1. The emperor is crazy; Olivia is most likely the only virgin in the room.

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