#139. Coronation
Derek approached Count Locania. He used to curse King Thalassa for changing his words, but he seemed happy these days. He thought that he might have reached some kind of amicable agreement with King Thalassa. Or, he was just having fun fooling the King while hiding Ian's existence.
Derek said quietly.
“Please send Ian back.”
Count Locania laughed at those sudden words.
"Why?"
It was a very simple question. Why? Derek said, looking down.
“What you wanted in the first place was revenge. Do you intend to take that child and use him for your own benefit?”
“...”
“I know what you’re thinking. I don’t know if it’s right for a child to hold their mother hostage.”
At those words, Count Locania's face hardened. A slight look of skepticism appeared on the Count's face, which had always been smiling.
“The child’s mother will take the child hostage...”
“What the...”
But it was a quiet murmur and could not be heard. Count Locania sighed and said.
“I am getting my revenge properly.”
“Aren’t you trying to gain power under the guise of revenge?”
“...”
“Are you that scared of Duke Turbol?”
“Shut up!”
Derek also knew. Count Locania was afraid of Duke Turbol. Keeping Asherad's child alive might also be to show off to Duke Turbol.
Count Locania, though he did not show it, disliked the Duke of Turbol. It may have been that petty feeling called inferiority complex.
Even though they had the same military background, how much discrimination did they suffer simply because they had royal blood or because they were of low birth and received titles?
The Duke of Turbol, known as the first martial artist, only swung his sword, while the Count of Locania, the second martial artist, developed himself by seeking physical force and the overwhelming power that stood above it.
Although they were from the same family, their goals were different.
So, isn't the Count's ambition to overthrow Asherad and the Turbol family, who have the absolute support of the Turbol family, and is revenge pure?
“It is ambition to interfere with the throne. Is it for Fabian’s sake?”
“Aren’t you going to say that’s right!”
“How many innocent people died in the war? It would have been better to just assassinate them. The Count is the one who brought things to this point. Many children have lost their fathers and mothers. So to Daphne…...”
“It’s noisy, it’s noisy!”
The Count shouted.
“I’ve put so much effort into it, so you’re saying I should just quietly step down? I don’t intend to do that.”
As expected, Derek wasn't surprised. He just found it funny.
“...”
“If you don’t want to help, just get out.”
Derek ground his teeth at the Count's order to banish his guests.
***
Asherad was locked in a rectangular cage. It was the same prison cell used to hold animals on merchant ships. However, the bars were so thick that he could not extend his arms. The Emperor's tattered appearance shocked those who followed him as a captive.
The mighty sun god had already fallen into the abyss. The warlord had lost his spear and shield in defeat, and the Emperor of this country had been carried away like a rare animal as a spectacle. Everyone looked at the fallen Emperor. The Emperor's appearance was miserable. His face was black and blue, as if he had been beaten, and he was dried and shaggy, as if he had not eaten proper food. His blood-soaked hair was extremely messy.
The reason why the man who at first glance seemed like a criminal was different was because of his clear eyes. He never had the eyes of a loser. His green eyes were clear like those of a sailor who was searching for a new world.
It was strange. All he had to go through was humiliation. Soon he would be executed by the Count of Locania. But why?
Because of this, he seemed like an untamed, noble deity rather than a wounded beast.
The Count's retainers were very careful when loading Asherad, thinking that he might escape. However, they boarded the ship with Askelad on board, and the ship set sail. Derek watched Asherad like that. Despite all the humiliation, he remained indifferent. He doesn't know if he gave up on his life.
He sighed and looked at the room Daphne had entered. Fortunately, Count Locania had taken Daphne on board the ship to Peneus.
"Daphne."
He expressed his anger towards Daphne, but it was Derek who came looking for her again. However, even when he knocked on the door, Daphne did not come out.
“I think you’re listening.”
“...”
“Ian, I’ll do something about it. His father is indeed with us. He’s on this ship. He’s healthy.”
“...”
“Don't worry about it.”
Daphne stopped seeing Derek since he refused her help. They would meet very rarely, but she would avoid him. It was different from the way she had been on the ship escaping from Asherad before. It was as if she was going to cut ties. She declared a breakup, and Derek was at a loss.
Daphne's actions were right. She said she loved Derek's enemy, and Derek's father took Ian away. So she couldn't bear it. She was already paying a heavy price for rejecting the hand that was crying out for help as she broke down.
He let out a deep sigh.
Derek walked to a certain room with weak steps and knocked on the door.
"Derek!"
A clear voice flowed out. When he opened the door, Ian was sitting there. A smile slowly appeared on Derek's face.
“Ian, how’s the boat?”
“I feel a little dizzy, but I’m okay.”
Ian chuckled.
“Aren’t you feeling stuffy?”
“It’s a little frustrating. But I’ll endure it because a scary monster might appear.”
“Yeah. Have you heard of the Kraken?”
"Yes."
“Those guys show up and eat sailors. Your mother is also in her room and won’t come out.”
Derek told Ian about the legendary Kraken, fearing that he might be scared. When he told him how scary the tentacled monster was, Ian understood why he was locked up. He nodded, saying that people were protecting themselves from the Kraken.
“But why are Mom and I separated?”
Derek thought for a moment at that innocent question.
“That’s right, Ian. If you and your mom are together, you’ll both get hit at once.”
"Ah!"
“One of you has to survive. You, you punk, didn’t know that?”
"Ah!"
Ian exclaimed in astonishment. He clenched his fists.
"That's right."
“...”
“But I miss my mom.”
He said sullenly. But Count Locania would not allow Ian to meet Daphne. Derek sighed.
“Your mother is a little sick right now. She has an infectious disease.”
“Uh... Really?”
“Maybe you can meet after you get off land and recuperate.”
He didn't say for sure that they would meet. Ian's expression darkened, and he sniffled. He didn't feel good either, seeing the child's frightened face. Will Count Locania keep his promise? No, of course he will. Derek steeled himself.
As soon as Ian arrived, he entered the Peneus Palace. As if reading Derek's thoughts, Derek was banned from entering the palace. As the son of Asherad, his appearance alone should have been enough to justify it.
Asherad was taken captive to the palace of Peneus, and his son was brought to him. Everyone was murmuring about what had happened before their eyes.
Derek also listened to the news of the palace, but he had no idea what was going on inside. However, he heard that the coronation ceremony would be held in ten days.
The nobles were also dumbfounded. The civil war had succeeded. The imperial palace had already been occupied by the forces of the Count of Locania, and most of the nobles had sided with the Count of Locania. Those who had joined the Duke of Turbol's faction also quietly watched the situation unfold.
No one said anything for fear of becoming the target of the Count's purge.
Meanwhile, Derek sighed. He had no idea where the Count had put Daphne. Derek tried to enter the palace in every way he could, but Count Locania chased him away several times as if he were laughing at him.
So ten days passed.
It was a coronation that was not properly prepared. A coronation about which no information was known. What on earth happened? Derek stood among the people watching the coronation.
Emperor Asherad has been captured, and a new Emperor is now crowned. Derek, being a non-nobleman, cannot witness the coronation in the palace. He only sees the parade through the streets. The Emperor is paraded in an open carriage.
Not knowing who the Emperor was, the commoners were just blankly watching the magnificent Emperor's procession. The Emperor's son? A fake bloodline?
People were whispering. And then, the carriage slowly passed by. And the people were shocked. Derek was also shocked and shocked.
The person riding in the carriage was not a child.
The person wearing the coffin was clearly a woman.
In the beginning, a woman wearing a crown made of laurel, the sacred tree loved by the King and the Gods, was wearing gorgeous clothes made of jewels that made people lose their minds, and she was waving her hands to the people. She looked like a goddess.
It was an extremely beautiful sight, but it also had a majestic face.
People were mesmerized by the glittering sight. Derek shouted.
"Daphne!"
Daphne, whom he knew so well, was marching in, crowned as Emperor. Ah, Derek realized. Why did the Count of Locania look so happy?
The Count of Locania did not want to hear rumors that he had committed treason. So what could he do? To find his 'true bloodline. '
If the 'bloodline of Asherad' is false in a dichotomous way, then the concubine and mistress, 'Beatrice', must be the truth. People like that!
Count Locania made Daphne, not Ian, his Empress.
He chose Daphne, not Ian!
It was truly incredible.
Derek approached Count Locania. He used to curse King Thalassa for changing his words, but he seemed happy these days. He thought that he might have reached some kind of amicable agreement with King Thalassa. Or, he was just having fun fooling the King while hiding Ian's existence.
Derek said quietly.
“Please send Ian back.”
Count Locania laughed at those sudden words.
"Why?"
It was a very simple question. Why? Derek said, looking down.
“What you wanted in the first place was revenge. Do you intend to take that child and use him for your own benefit?”
“...”
“I know what you’re thinking. I don’t know if it’s right for a child to hold their mother hostage.”
At those words, Count Locania's face hardened. A slight look of skepticism appeared on the Count's face, which had always been smiling.
“The child’s mother will take the child hostage...”
“What the...”
But it was a quiet murmur and could not be heard. Count Locania sighed and said.
“I am getting my revenge properly.”
“Aren’t you trying to gain power under the guise of revenge?”
“...”
“Are you that scared of Duke Turbol?”
“Shut up!”
Derek also knew. Count Locania was afraid of Duke Turbol. Keeping Asherad's child alive might also be to show off to Duke Turbol.
Count Locania, though he did not show it, disliked the Duke of Turbol. It may have been that petty feeling called inferiority complex.
Even though they had the same military background, how much discrimination did they suffer simply because they had royal blood or because they were of low birth and received titles?
The Duke of Turbol, known as the first martial artist, only swung his sword, while the Count of Locania, the second martial artist, developed himself by seeking physical force and the overwhelming power that stood above it.
Although they were from the same family, their goals were different.
So, isn't the Count's ambition to overthrow Asherad and the Turbol family, who have the absolute support of the Turbol family, and is revenge pure?
“It is ambition to interfere with the throne. Is it for Fabian’s sake?”
“Aren’t you going to say that’s right!”
“How many innocent people died in the war? It would have been better to just assassinate them. The Count is the one who brought things to this point. Many children have lost their fathers and mothers. So to Daphne…...”
“It’s noisy, it’s noisy!”
The Count shouted.
“I’ve put so much effort into it, so you’re saying I should just quietly step down? I don’t intend to do that.”
As expected, Derek wasn't surprised. He just found it funny.
“...”
“If you don’t want to help, just get out.”
Derek ground his teeth at the Count's order to banish his guests.
***
Asherad was locked in a rectangular cage. It was the same prison cell used to hold animals on merchant ships. However, the bars were so thick that he could not extend his arms. The Emperor's tattered appearance shocked those who followed him as a captive.
The mighty sun god had already fallen into the abyss. The warlord had lost his spear and shield in defeat, and the Emperor of this country had been carried away like a rare animal as a spectacle. Everyone looked at the fallen Emperor. The Emperor's appearance was miserable. His face was black and blue, as if he had been beaten, and he was dried and shaggy, as if he had not eaten proper food. His blood-soaked hair was extremely messy.
The reason why the man who at first glance seemed like a criminal was different was because of his clear eyes. He never had the eyes of a loser. His green eyes were clear like those of a sailor who was searching for a new world.
It was strange. All he had to go through was humiliation. Soon he would be executed by the Count of Locania. But why?
Because of this, he seemed like an untamed, noble deity rather than a wounded beast.
The Count's retainers were very careful when loading Asherad, thinking that he might escape. However, they boarded the ship with Askelad on board, and the ship set sail. Derek watched Asherad like that. Despite all the humiliation, he remained indifferent. He doesn't know if he gave up on his life.
He sighed and looked at the room Daphne had entered. Fortunately, Count Locania had taken Daphne on board the ship to Peneus.
"Daphne."
He expressed his anger towards Daphne, but it was Derek who came looking for her again. However, even when he knocked on the door, Daphne did not come out.
“I think you’re listening.”
“...”
“Ian, I’ll do something about it. His father is indeed with us. He’s on this ship. He’s healthy.”
“...”
“Don't worry about it.”
Daphne stopped seeing Derek since he refused her help. They would meet very rarely, but she would avoid him. It was different from the way she had been on the ship escaping from Asherad before. It was as if she was going to cut ties. She declared a breakup, and Derek was at a loss.
Daphne's actions were right. She said she loved Derek's enemy, and Derek's father took Ian away. So she couldn't bear it. She was already paying a heavy price for rejecting the hand that was crying out for help as she broke down.
He let out a deep sigh.
Derek walked to a certain room with weak steps and knocked on the door.
"Derek!"
A clear voice flowed out. When he opened the door, Ian was sitting there. A smile slowly appeared on Derek's face.
“Ian, how’s the boat?”
“I feel a little dizzy, but I’m okay.”
Ian chuckled.
“Aren’t you feeling stuffy?”
“It’s a little frustrating. But I’ll endure it because a scary monster might appear.”
“Yeah. Have you heard of the Kraken?”
"Yes."
“Those guys show up and eat sailors. Your mother is also in her room and won’t come out.”
Derek told Ian about the legendary Kraken, fearing that he might be scared. When he told him how scary the tentacled monster was, Ian understood why he was locked up. He nodded, saying that people were protecting themselves from the Kraken.
“But why are Mom and I separated?”
Derek thought for a moment at that innocent question.
“That’s right, Ian. If you and your mom are together, you’ll both get hit at once.”
"Ah!"
“One of you has to survive. You, you punk, didn’t know that?”
"Ah!"
Ian exclaimed in astonishment. He clenched his fists.
"That's right."
“...”
“But I miss my mom.”
He said sullenly. But Count Locania would not allow Ian to meet Daphne. Derek sighed.
“Your mother is a little sick right now. She has an infectious disease.”
“Uh... Really?”
“Maybe you can meet after you get off land and recuperate.”
He didn't say for sure that they would meet. Ian's expression darkened, and he sniffled. He didn't feel good either, seeing the child's frightened face. Will Count Locania keep his promise? No, of course he will. Derek steeled himself.
***
As soon as Ian arrived, he entered the Peneus Palace. As if reading Derek's thoughts, Derek was banned from entering the palace. As the son of Asherad, his appearance alone should have been enough to justify it.
Asherad was taken captive to the palace of Peneus, and his son was brought to him. Everyone was murmuring about what had happened before their eyes.
Derek also listened to the news of the palace, but he had no idea what was going on inside. However, he heard that the coronation ceremony would be held in ten days.
The nobles were also dumbfounded. The civil war had succeeded. The imperial palace had already been occupied by the forces of the Count of Locania, and most of the nobles had sided with the Count of Locania. Those who had joined the Duke of Turbol's faction also quietly watched the situation unfold.
No one said anything for fear of becoming the target of the Count's purge.
Meanwhile, Derek sighed. He had no idea where the Count had put Daphne. Derek tried to enter the palace in every way he could, but Count Locania chased him away several times as if he were laughing at him.
So ten days passed.
It was a coronation that was not properly prepared. A coronation about which no information was known. What on earth happened? Derek stood among the people watching the coronation.
Emperor Asherad has been captured, and a new Emperor is now crowned. Derek, being a non-nobleman, cannot witness the coronation in the palace. He only sees the parade through the streets. The Emperor is paraded in an open carriage.
Not knowing who the Emperor was, the commoners were just blankly watching the magnificent Emperor's procession. The Emperor's son? A fake bloodline?
People were whispering. And then, the carriage slowly passed by. And the people were shocked. Derek was also shocked and shocked.
The person riding in the carriage was not a child.
The person wearing the coffin was clearly a woman.
In the beginning, a woman wearing a crown made of laurel, the sacred tree loved by the King and the Gods, was wearing gorgeous clothes made of jewels that made people lose their minds, and she was waving her hands to the people. She looked like a goddess.
It was an extremely beautiful sight, but it also had a majestic face.
People were mesmerized by the glittering sight. Derek shouted.
"Daphne!"
Daphne, whom he knew so well, was marching in, crowned as Emperor. Ah, Derek realized. Why did the Count of Locania look so happy?
The Count of Locania did not want to hear rumors that he had committed treason. So what could he do? To find his 'true bloodline. '
If the 'bloodline of Asherad' is false in a dichotomous way, then the concubine and mistress, 'Beatrice', must be the truth. People like that!
Count Locania made Daphne, not Ian, his Empress.
He chose Daphne, not Ian!
It was truly incredible.
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