THIBV - Chapter 162

 "God?"

Julian sneered.

"That God hasn't forgotten me yet?"

"God never forgets anyone."

"Oh, I don't forget, it's so cruel to the end. I guess I should have hoped to be forgotten."

Despite Julian's sarcasm, Seraphina showed no emotion.

She said she didn't want to go near the palace because she was afraid of it.

What she really feared was Julian.

She had seen him once.

She saw a multitude of people torn apart and pierced by his sword minions.

A mysterious time that should be the future but is the past.

Has it already happened? It hasn't happened yet.

Seraphina didn't know.

Either way, it was horrible and terrifying.

But today, she came before Julian.

She was no longer afraid.

Suddenly, Seraphina's voice changed bizarrely.

"The curse that has been passed down in the Blake family has been broken."

Julian grabbed the armrest.

"Be elaborate."

Seraphina did not respond to Julian's words.

She just recited the future she sees.

"The Queen will inherit the power."

***

When I heard that Seraphina had entered the palace, I wanted to meet her.

But I heard that Julian had kicked her out.

"What happened?"

I summoned the servant of the Central Palace and asked.

"Why did His Majesty expel the Prophet?"

"I'm sorry."

The servant bowed his head as if he couldn't tell.

Julian had told him to do it.

There must have been some ominous prophecy.

I became nervous.

"I will ask His Majesty directly. Lead the way."

The Central Palace was abuzz.

Between the grand staircase and the tall, thick marble pillars, the magistrates huddled together, or the servants stood in groups of two or three, tilting their heads.

Several people had seen Seraphina forced out of the wagon by the Praetorian Guard.

Everyone wondered why the Prophet had been dragged away.

As I climbed the stairs, her eyes glanced at me.

I thought Julian was angry.

As soon as I arrived, the secretaries took care of themselves and moved away.

I took a deep breath in front of his office, and then I took a bite out of the door and knocked on the door.

"Julian."

There was an immediate answer in his voice.

"Come on in."

When I opened the door, Julian, who was sitting at his desk, looked up.

I approached, scanning his looks.

"What's going on?"

He didn't look as upset as I thought.

"I heard that the Prophet asked for an audience. You kicked her out."

Julian chuckled, holding his pen.

"I thought she was giving me great advice on political affairs when she asked for an audience, but she said it was useless. I sent her out because I didn't have anything to listen to."

"Is that...?"

I reached out to Julian.

He took my hand naturally.

His fingertips were cold.

Tension and anxiety could be felt in his body temperature.

I knew Julian was lying.

It was not possible that what he had told his servant was useless.

"Julian. You can't hide the prophetic prophecies that the King received."

Seraphina did not come to Julian personally.

She requested a formal audience with the King because she saw the future of the country.

If he kept it a secret, he would lose the trust of the people.

They would think the King was hiding the will of the Gods.

"..."

"Everybody's wondering."

Julian sighed and squeezed his eyes shut.

He knew it.

He can't hide it forever.

He wanted to turn away until he calmed down.

My heart sank in my agonizing face.

It was ominous.

"Tell me, Julian."

"..."

"Please."

Julian got up from his chair and leaned back slightly at his desk.

Standing at eye level with me, he grabbed my hands.

"Then make an appointment with me."

"What...?"

"Leave all your work to me and leave the palace."

My anxious gaze wavered.

"Why? Why should I do that?"

"You've decided to leave me when the time comes."

My blood ran cold, and my chest felt like it was being pierced.

When Julian spoke of it, it meant his death.

"You decided to give it a try. You're going to do everything you can. What's wrong with you all of a sudden?"

It had ended only a few days earlier.

But why did he suddenly change his words...

"Not really."

"Yes. Prophet told me of my death."

Seraphina talked about the succession of curses.

The curse is transferred to someone else when the host dies.

Julian asked Seraphina.

"Am I going to die?"

When Seraphina had finished her prophecy, she replied calmly in her characteristic clear voice.

"In my vision, I saw you bleeding to death, freed from the curse."

"When is that?"

"Within a cycle of the moon. Soon, it's going to happen."

Julian didn't tell her about his conversation with Seraphina, but Bridget could guess from his expression.

She really doesn't have much time left.

"..."

Bridget's legs gave out, and she slumped down.

Her complexion was flimsy.

Julian sat with his back to the drawer and hugged her.

Bridget collapsed in his arms.

"It's still a runaway... We've been dealing with the curse well. Byt why... Why!"

She thought that if she stopped the runaway, the curse wouldn't progress further. Was he wrong?

"I'm sorry."

Bridget shook her head with a bloodless face.

"No, don't say that."

It wasn't Julian's fault.

It's not something that will make him feel guilty.

She gritted her teeth, trying to control her emotions.

She opened her eyes so that not a single tear would fall.

"We're going to speed up the plan. Combine what I've learned about the curse with Queen Beatrice's knowledge, and there's a way.

Bridget was about to rush to carry out her plan for the Duke of Linchester.

Julian stopped her by trapping her in his arms.

"Take Millea and leave with Eric. The Kingdom will be mended. I've got a safe house in a foreign country. Stay there until everything is sorted out."

"I'm not leaving, Julian."

"You promised."

"I haven't. I never made that promise."

"I thought you understood what I meant."

"Nope. I told you. I'm not leaving you.

"Bridget."

"I won't leave until the day you die."

***

At that time, the chief of police received an absurd tip.

"You're Nigel Abington's lover?"

"...Yes."

"Michael bit his lip once in response.

His lips ached. It wasn't just his lips that had burst.

"But why are you reporting this?"

"Shouldn't I do it?"

"It's not."

Michael's report to the security headquarters was a huge incident.

It was reported that the Duke of Linchester was trafficking young girls and girls through Nigel Abington and that he was stealing military funds and using them as slush funds.

It was a criminal act that contradicted exactly Julian's signature policies.

Julian has recently taken it upon himself to reform the policing agency to combat human trafficking.

In addition, he recently replaced the foreign minister over the issue of illegal export of munitions.

The amount of information Michael brought was staggering.

So much so that the chief of police rushed out to meet Michael in person.

Up until that point, the chief of police had wanted to thank Michael.

But that wasn't the end of it.

"You're hiding and barely surviving."

It was clear that the Duke of Linchester was mad.

"There are ledgers hidden in Nigel Abington's bedroom, check them out."

Micheal said he had only managed to steal one and handed the ledger to the chief of magistrate.

In fact, he had brought him one of Diane's ledgers.

He let out a deep sigh as if he was tired of it and slumped back in his chair.

"I am asking for your protection. As you can see, I died trying to run away from Nigel Abington and came back to life."

Michael took him into the bedroom and punched Nigel as he tried to rob him, and then ran out.

Meanwhile, he hid the ledgers under the mattress of his bed.

As he came out, Nigel's men rushed at him in groups, and he had to take more hits than he had hit.

His eyebrow and lips throbbed from the blow.

He thought he had cracked a rib or two.

'Ha!'

But he felt sick to his stomach.

'It's over.'

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