"The chief of the servant. Leave it to me and step down."
"Yes? But..."
When the attendant gave him a worried look at whether he could handle the rampaging Emperor alone, Eratosthene closed his eyes and opened them.
"Well, wasn't the Marquis better than me in dealing with His Majesty?"
It was the same when Eratosthenes broke a long hiatus and returned to the sainthood as a monk.
Overnight, His Majesty's vigilance was relaxed, and he won the marquisate. He was worried for no reason.
The attendant winked at the other attendants.
With a sigh of relief, they hurried out of the Emperor's chambers.
"Penteros. You heard it too! What kind of curse did he pour on me, Cesare!"
After sending out the few remaining attendants of the Emperor's palace, Perdiccas II was still in a state of excitement.
"Since both the 1st Prince and the 1st Princess are looking for each other so strongly. It is better to stop the forced use of the oracle. I'm afraid it will only cause trouble."
"Stop! Do you know! I can't!"
At Eratosthene's suggestion, Perdiccas II shook his head violently.
A thick blood band stood on the Emperor's neck.
"Those bastards look at me so ridiculously and play with me, so how can they do what we want? Absolutely not! This Perdicass didn't live that long!"
His eyes were a mixture of anger and anger.
Perdiccas II picked up the glass of water next to him.
His throat burned because he was excited.
"...Have tea. Cold water harms Your Majesty's polyps."
Eratoste's slowly approached and tilted the golden jug.
The shimmering liquid filled the glass and clattered.
Perdiccas II's movements paused as he reached for the teacup. It was a momentary hesitation that no one noticed.
Clug clug.
However, when he saw Eratosthenes pouring tea into his glass and drinking quietly.
Perdiccas II also drank the tea as if nothing had happened.
Certainly, as Eratosthenes said, the warm tea flowed down his throat and calmed his bubbling stomach.
His boiling head became calmer, and he was finally able to think rationally.
"I'm going to make you kneel down in front of me and make your head bow when you see me. How to? How to... Should I do it... Hmm..."
His eyes lit up. Then he clapped his hands.
"Yes, child. He doesn't have a child yet. A child is weakest when he is in his mother's womb."
When the anger subsided, the Emperor's Insidious viciousness raised its head again.
"After he loses his child because of the chaos he made, he will realize his mistake painfully."
If you have something to lose, you shouldn't rush into it.
That couple was still intoxicated with their own strength and was not even familiar with the laws by which the world works.
"..."
"I am still the Supreme Being of this Katzen, but they are already talking about anything. You have to make them pay the price for everything. No, is that so?"
"Are you going to do it?"
Eratosthenes asked in a dry voice.
Rather than curiosity, he spoke as if he were trying to confirm the Emperor's determination.
Perdiccas II was angry, as if he was saying something obvious.
"Ha! Not a single person survived the foolishness of me on this vast continent! They should be grateful to be forgiven for their own life! What?"
"Your Majesty, isn't it bearing fruit properly, overshadowed by the rotten roots?"
Eratoste's Indifferent voice rang out.
"Why can't you praise him, but instead try to turn him into a beast like Your Majesty?"
The Emperor paused for a moment.
Rotten roots. Beast.
Perdiccas thought he had heard it wrong.
"Ba, what did you just say, Penteros?"
"I told you that I was glad that there was no beast under the beast."
"..."
"Still, it seems that the goddess has not abandoned this country."
Perdiccas II turned his head to him.
His eyes were fierce, as if he were going to kill the opponent in front of him. It was Incomparable to Eratosthenes, who seemed to break like a tree branch at any moment.
At least in this position, the physical powerhouse was the Emperor.
"Penteros, are you out of your mind?"
"Maybe."
Eratosthene's voice sounded like usual, with no pitch.
"It's been a long time since I've been like this, but you only know it now."
Now there was no longer a public institution that treated him like an Emperor.
Eratosthenes's words were as direct as if he had returned to the teacher-student relationship of the school of thought decades ago.
"Then my Eleanor died because of you, but did you think you were sane? Your dreams are big. You've been a madman for a long time."
"You wicked-!"
Perdiccas II's face turned red.
The anger, which seemed to be subsiding for a while, surged through his veins again.
"You wandered around me with a knife in your back! You were aiming for my life..."
Tuk.
However, the Emperor's words could not be continued.
This is because the moment Perdiccas II was about to shout when blood dripped down his nose.
"Hey, what is this, huh!"
At the same time, Perdiccas II spat blood from his mouth.
His front cheeks instantly turned red.
"Cough...!"
The pain in his heart hit him like it was tearing him apart.
It was a pain that was so unfamiliar and powerful that it opened his eyes.
The Emperor looked up at Eratosthenes with astonished eyes.
"It's effective."
But there was no urgency or surprise in the Marquis's gray face anywhere.
The calmness of the wrinkled face was rather close to coldness.
"You used poison...!"
Perdiccas II remembered the glass he had handed him a little while ago.
His face was distorted.
The blood vessels swelled as if they were about to burst, and the heat seemed to be squeezing through them.
He exhaled with his open mouth and glared at Eratosthene.
"If you poison the Emperor, it is a summary punishment. Do you think you can get out of this place alive?"
"How could this old man have such a fool? It is enough for you to die before the end of the day."
Eratosthenes' voice was still calm, and it sounded rather sneering.
His head was ringing. The Emperor was dumbfounded.
He couldn't believe it.
Penteros, whom he trusted more than anyone else in the empire of yesteryear, is now aiming for him.
Does it mean that pretending to be loyal for so many years and not showing any resentment or anger was all a perfect performance?
In the meantime, the pain spread like a seizure.
A pain that seemed to catch fire in every bone enveloped his whole body.
"Oh! Hey, where is the antidote? Penteros, I made a mistake."
Perdiccas II quickly rolled his head.
"I won't blame you. I understand your position a hundred times and a thousand times. I, I will apologize to Eleanor himself. I'll give her gold for her grave. Is that okay? Yes?"
He rubbed his hands frantically
He pretended to ask for forgiveness towards the late Empress and turned again.
However, Eratosthenes's eyes were still calm.
"Pan, Penteras, are you crazy? Are you old? Do you know who I am? This empire, this Katzen master!"
"In my eyes, I can only see a lowly person."
Eratosthenes mocked.
"Eleanor, it is my eternal regret that I connected that child with a wreck like you with my own hands."
Perdiccas II's tenacity was terrifying.
He swung his staff.
The tip of the sharp staff tore through Eratosthene's suit, leaving a huge scar.
"Give it to me! Right now!"
"No, there is none. Nothing. There was no antidote in the first place."
Eratosthenes looked down at him.
"Don't be aggrieved, Perdiccas. From the day Eleanor left until now, there has never been a day when I didn't think about cutting off your breath. Anyway, it was just the end that you would have met someday."
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