His arrogance, which seemed to pierce the sky, eventually made him blind.
Deborah's lips twisted as she looked at the foolish Emperor.
"There's no way my mother would have told you the real prophecy. It would have been the perfect opportunity to kill you."
She continued to whisper to him, still in a soft voice.
Looking into the Emperor's eyes filled with confusion and shock, she felt an inexplicable sense of fullness.
"I am the same as my mother."
“Then winning the war also means...”
“I never once said you would win the war.”
Only then did the Emperor recall Deborah's prophecy and let out a hollow laugh.
"A bright future where we win the war."
“I see.”
That's what it was.
By the way, Deborah never said that the 'we' in the prophecy was herself.
And Charlotte's prophecy too...
The Emperor lowered his head as if in despair at the truth he had just realized.
Then he dug up an old memory from the deep sea.
The prophecy that Charles, Deborah's mother and the head of the Oroz family, gave him.
“A girl born to the house of Jupiter will soon kill you.”
He didn't have the slightest doubt.
The House of Jupiter had been Charlotte's long-time friend, and Charles was not in the mood to betray such a friend. That was also his arrogance.
The arrogance of thinking that he knew Charles was better than anyone else.
'Then the carriage accident wasn't a coincidence either.'
It was said that if a member of the Oroz family uttered a false prophecy, he would die with his blood draining from his body like a fountain.
Perhaps she caused the carriage accident herself, fearing that anyone would suspect her unusual death.
Ha.
As the thought crossed his mind, Graham's shoulders suddenly shook.
“Kekekeke.”
Unable to hold back the laughter that was escaping from between his lips, he burst out in a loud voice.
Something was so funny that he started laughing so loudly that it filled the barracks.
'Have you lost your mind?'
Is it a resentment about his situation that has fallen into the abyss in an instant? Or is it an evasion to deny reality?
Deborah stared at the Emperor, who seemed to have gone mad, with a look of annoyance on her face.
'I wish you could die quickly.'
The prophecy described her killing the Emperor with her own hands, but she had no intention of doing so. It wasn't necessarily the case that the prophecy of killing the Emperor came true if she held a sword or poison in her hand.
'This is enough.'
To this extent, I think I have done my part fairly well.
It was the prophecy he had told the Emperor that brought him here, even though he was uncertain about the war.
In fact, there were so many opportunities for him to kill the Emperor who had no one on his side and no power, but there was only one reason why he didn't kill him.
Someone who had been waiting for the Emperor's death longer than himself.
'Bellona.'
Deborah had no intention of taking away her joy.
Deborah stood up from her seat as if she didn't want to listen to the Emperor's endless laughter any longer.
And then, as if he had no more regrets, he was about to leave the barracks.
As the outside began to get noisy, Cullen burst into the barracks.
“The rebels have just attacked the camp!”
Deborah smiled delightedly at those words.
Bellona has finally arrived. To kill the Emperor. A familiar voice,as if it were a lie, seeped into the barracks.
It was at this point that Cullen was trying to convince Deborah to leave.
“Long time no see, Deborah.”
It was a peaceful and gentle voice, without any hint of trembling or anger.
"..."
She immediately turned her head and looked at the Emperor.
"Your Majesty."
Showing a more sincere smile than ever before.
Graham raised his head from his bowed position and looked at the place where the voice was coming from.
“…”
In the past, Bellona had a face similar to Areana, whom she killed.
And his son who was by her side.
“You came.”
Is this at least an admission of defeat?
He stared at the three as if he were the old, unwavering Emperor Graham of the Spanish Empire.
"You must have come to kill me."
Graham straightened his back and asked in a commanding voice.
It didn't seem like the shock Deborah had felt just a few minutes ago when she told her the whole truth.
Because he was acting calm as if he already knew everything and had prepared for it.
"Well..."
As the Emperor said, the original plan was to cut off his head, take it to the palace, and hang it on the capital city wall.
But Bellona didn't like the fact that the Emperor, who she thought would resist strongly, accepted death so meekly.
“But he was once the Emperor of the empire and is now the father of Carsis... I can't let him meet a miserable end in a place like this.”
So she changed her plan. She would never kill him here, not easily.
Considering the weight of the souls of the countless people he had killed, I could not allow him to spend his last days here.
“Cullen.”
Bellona called Cullen, not Carsis or Jason.
Cullen flinched at the sudden call of his name.
“You go and escort the Emperor yourself.”
"...Yes?"
Cullen asked dumbly as if he had misheard.
It was the indulgence that Bellona had given to Cullen.
Although he stood on the Emperor's side and fought against Carsis and Bellona, he was the man of the Crown Prince who died for Carsis and Bellona.
By giving Cullen credit now, Bellona was essentially giving him a chance to live in the Empire. For the sake of the dead Ernest.
Cullen, who understood Bellona's true intentions, lowered his head.
"...Yes. I will obey your command."
He had no reason to refuse.
The guilt of surviving alone without Ernest weighed on him his entire life, but he had to live, if only for the sake of his master who had passed away. Ernest would have wanted that too.
“And Deborah.”
“…”
“Great job.” There was no longer any resentment in Bellona's eyes as she looked at Deborah. "Carsis,let's go.”
She didn't ask Deborah anything. She didn't ask her why she was there or what she had been doing there.
Finally, Bellona glanced at the Emperor and, as if she had nothing more to do, walked past everyone and out of the barracks.
Carsis, who was following her, stared at the Emperor for a moment.
He turned his head away indifferently as if he had no feelings for his biological father.
Then the Emperor's shoulders shook and he began to laugh again. Then he looked at Deborah with a smile on his face.
“Deborah, can you give me one last prophecy?”
Everyone who was leaving the barracks stopped in their tracks at the Emperor's question.
"When will I die? Now? Or tonight? Or tomorrow?"
Deborah, who was trying to figure out the Emperor's intentions for asking such pointless questions, immediately withdrew her suspicious gaze.
The Emperor's end was already decided.
Deborah, who felt that there was no need to guess the intentions of a person who didn't have much time left to live, answered bluntly.
"Well."
She was tempted to ignore the Emperor's words, but she opened her lips because she thought it would be quite enjoyable to contemplate his death.
Guessing when the time will come when the head will be cut off in the capital's square.
"At least not now."
She didn't know exactly when, but one thing was certain: not now.
“Not 'now'...”
The Emperor chewed on the prophecy Deborah had uttered for a long time as if it were a lifeline. Deborah, who had been watching the Emperor indifferently, turned around again as if her interest had diminished.
However.
“Very good.”
The Emperor's voice echoed softly behind her.
Yes, what is it?
It was when Bellona's eyebrows furrowed at the Emperor's unknown words.
Graham quickly moved, pulled out a dagger that was lying around the barracks, and swung it.
Sigh.
At the same time, a chilling, piercing sound reverberated quietly through the barracks.
“What is this…”
Knock knock, dam.
Drops of bright red blood fell to the floor, one by one, and everyone there looked at the Emperor in disbelief.
Then the Emperor smiled bitterly and said to Deborah.
“Come with me, Deborah.”
With a thud, the Emperor fell forward, and silence fell over the barracks as if time had stopped.
From the pungent iron smell reminiscent of the basements of an old palace to the sticky liquid that soaks your shoes.
It was telling me that this situation was not a dream but a reality.
“Why on earth...”
Bellona trailed off as she stared at the sword stuck in the Emperor's heart, standing upright and eerily. The Emperor, who had fallen without even closing his eyes,was enough to make his mind go blank.
It was at such an unexpected moment that everyone was holding their breath. The Emperor is dead.
Cullen, who was the first to come to his senses, quietly approached the Emperor and placed his fingers on the back of his neck to check if he was alive.
“Dead, dead.”
Cullen's voice shook as if he couldn't believe what he was saying.
Deborah's lips twisted as she looked at the foolish Emperor.
"There's no way my mother would have told you the real prophecy. It would have been the perfect opportunity to kill you."
She continued to whisper to him, still in a soft voice.
Looking into the Emperor's eyes filled with confusion and shock, she felt an inexplicable sense of fullness.
"I am the same as my mother."
“Then winning the war also means...”
“I never once said you would win the war.”
Only then did the Emperor recall Deborah's prophecy and let out a hollow laugh.
"A bright future where we win the war."
“I see.”
That's what it was.
By the way, Deborah never said that the 'we' in the prophecy was herself.
And Charlotte's prophecy too...
The Emperor lowered his head as if in despair at the truth he had just realized.
Then he dug up an old memory from the deep sea.
The prophecy that Charles, Deborah's mother and the head of the Oroz family, gave him.
“A girl born to the house of Jupiter will soon kill you.”
He didn't have the slightest doubt.
The House of Jupiter had been Charlotte's long-time friend, and Charles was not in the mood to betray such a friend. That was also his arrogance.
The arrogance of thinking that he knew Charles was better than anyone else.
'Then the carriage accident wasn't a coincidence either.'
It was said that if a member of the Oroz family uttered a false prophecy, he would die with his blood draining from his body like a fountain.
Perhaps she caused the carriage accident herself, fearing that anyone would suspect her unusual death.
Ha.
As the thought crossed his mind, Graham's shoulders suddenly shook.
“Kekekeke.”
Unable to hold back the laughter that was escaping from between his lips, he burst out in a loud voice.
Something was so funny that he started laughing so loudly that it filled the barracks.
'Have you lost your mind?'
Is it a resentment about his situation that has fallen into the abyss in an instant? Or is it an evasion to deny reality?
Deborah stared at the Emperor, who seemed to have gone mad, with a look of annoyance on her face.
'I wish you could die quickly.'
The prophecy described her killing the Emperor with her own hands, but she had no intention of doing so. It wasn't necessarily the case that the prophecy of killing the Emperor came true if she held a sword or poison in her hand.
'This is enough.'
To this extent, I think I have done my part fairly well.
It was the prophecy he had told the Emperor that brought him here, even though he was uncertain about the war.
In fact, there were so many opportunities for him to kill the Emperor who had no one on his side and no power, but there was only one reason why he didn't kill him.
Someone who had been waiting for the Emperor's death longer than himself.
'Bellona.'
Deborah had no intention of taking away her joy.
Deborah stood up from her seat as if she didn't want to listen to the Emperor's endless laughter any longer.
And then, as if he had no more regrets, he was about to leave the barracks.
As the outside began to get noisy, Cullen burst into the barracks.
“The rebels have just attacked the camp!”
Deborah smiled delightedly at those words.
Bellona has finally arrived. To kill the Emperor. A familiar voice,as if it were a lie, seeped into the barracks.
It was at this point that Cullen was trying to convince Deborah to leave.
“Long time no see, Deborah.”
It was a peaceful and gentle voice, without any hint of trembling or anger.
"..."
She immediately turned her head and looked at the Emperor.
"Your Majesty."
Showing a more sincere smile than ever before.
Graham raised his head from his bowed position and looked at the place where the voice was coming from.
“…”
In the past, Bellona had a face similar to Areana, whom she killed.
And his son who was by her side.
“You came.”
Is this at least an admission of defeat?
He stared at the three as if he were the old, unwavering Emperor Graham of the Spanish Empire.
"You must have come to kill me."
Graham straightened his back and asked in a commanding voice.
It didn't seem like the shock Deborah had felt just a few minutes ago when she told her the whole truth.
Because he was acting calm as if he already knew everything and had prepared for it.
"Well..."
As the Emperor said, the original plan was to cut off his head, take it to the palace, and hang it on the capital city wall.
But Bellona didn't like the fact that the Emperor, who she thought would resist strongly, accepted death so meekly.
“But he was once the Emperor of the empire and is now the father of Carsis... I can't let him meet a miserable end in a place like this.”
So she changed her plan. She would never kill him here, not easily.
Considering the weight of the souls of the countless people he had killed, I could not allow him to spend his last days here.
“Cullen.”
Bellona called Cullen, not Carsis or Jason.
Cullen flinched at the sudden call of his name.
“You go and escort the Emperor yourself.”
"...Yes?"
Cullen asked dumbly as if he had misheard.
It was the indulgence that Bellona had given to Cullen.
Although he stood on the Emperor's side and fought against Carsis and Bellona, he was the man of the Crown Prince who died for Carsis and Bellona.
By giving Cullen credit now, Bellona was essentially giving him a chance to live in the Empire. For the sake of the dead Ernest.
Cullen, who understood Bellona's true intentions, lowered his head.
"...Yes. I will obey your command."
He had no reason to refuse.
The guilt of surviving alone without Ernest weighed on him his entire life, but he had to live, if only for the sake of his master who had passed away. Ernest would have wanted that too.
“And Deborah.”
“…”
“Great job.” There was no longer any resentment in Bellona's eyes as she looked at Deborah. "Carsis,let's go.”
She didn't ask Deborah anything. She didn't ask her why she was there or what she had been doing there.
Finally, Bellona glanced at the Emperor and, as if she had nothing more to do, walked past everyone and out of the barracks.
Carsis, who was following her, stared at the Emperor for a moment.
He turned his head away indifferently as if he had no feelings for his biological father.
Then the Emperor's shoulders shook and he began to laugh again. Then he looked at Deborah with a smile on his face.
“Deborah, can you give me one last prophecy?”
Everyone who was leaving the barracks stopped in their tracks at the Emperor's question.
"When will I die? Now? Or tonight? Or tomorrow?"
Deborah, who was trying to figure out the Emperor's intentions for asking such pointless questions, immediately withdrew her suspicious gaze.
The Emperor's end was already decided.
Deborah, who felt that there was no need to guess the intentions of a person who didn't have much time left to live, answered bluntly.
"Well."
She was tempted to ignore the Emperor's words, but she opened her lips because she thought it would be quite enjoyable to contemplate his death.
Guessing when the time will come when the head will be cut off in the capital's square.
"At least not now."
She didn't know exactly when, but one thing was certain: not now.
“Not 'now'...”
The Emperor chewed on the prophecy Deborah had uttered for a long time as if it were a lifeline. Deborah, who had been watching the Emperor indifferently, turned around again as if her interest had diminished.
However.
“Very good.”
The Emperor's voice echoed softly behind her.
Yes, what is it?
It was when Bellona's eyebrows furrowed at the Emperor's unknown words.
Graham quickly moved, pulled out a dagger that was lying around the barracks, and swung it.
Sigh.
At the same time, a chilling, piercing sound reverberated quietly through the barracks.
“What is this…”
Knock knock, dam.
Drops of bright red blood fell to the floor, one by one, and everyone there looked at the Emperor in disbelief.
Then the Emperor smiled bitterly and said to Deborah.
“Come with me, Deborah.”
With a thud, the Emperor fell forward, and silence fell over the barracks as if time had stopped.
From the pungent iron smell reminiscent of the basements of an old palace to the sticky liquid that soaks your shoes.
It was telling me that this situation was not a dream but a reality.
“Why on earth...”
Bellona trailed off as she stared at the sword stuck in the Emperor's heart, standing upright and eerily. The Emperor, who had fallen without even closing his eyes,was enough to make his mind go blank.
It was at such an unexpected moment that everyone was holding their breath. The Emperor is dead.
Cullen, who was the first to come to his senses, quietly approached the Emperor and placed his fingers on the back of his neck to check if he was alive.
“Dead, dead.”
Cullen's voice shook as if he couldn't believe what he was saying.
His death was not even by Deborah and Carsis's hands, but by suicide.
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