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Chapter 337
Emperor of the Empire (Illustration)
The Arken Empire was liberated from Valdemar Golt's hands.
As Valdemar's heroic tales spread, it was the timing when his achievements should have been praised, but things didn't go as intended.
"Grand Duke Valdemar Golt inherited the spirit of the Empire and resolved to burn his body for this continent's stability—."
"Stop that useless playacting!"
"They're beast-like bastards not even worth calling 'Gong'! What's so great about a Grand Duke who arbitrarily conscripted and dragged away our families who were living just fine!"
Е̌n̈ ū ṁ а̇
The agitators singing his heroic tales were stopped by a few rioters and beaten.
Since the Empire's Grand Duke was on the commoners' side, this time remarkably unusual reactions were pouring out.
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As if they were justifiably venting the anger they'd suppressed that much.
In reality, it was a political offensive and defensive.
It was merely Valdemar's faction and Alexander's faction clashing politically.
'The Great Grand Duke, Valdemar Golt, is dead.'
Ёnûm̃а
'Since he has no descendants either, there's no need to serve him.'
There's no reason to leave an ownerless treasure vault as is.
They were only scheming to somehow eat it up once they got a pretext.
They could think this way because they didn't yet know the fact that Ferdá is Golt's successor.
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A person's death changes everything, and simultaneously changes nothing.
Everything will be turned upside down under reform, and the ugly nobles' greed will continue.
Wе b n̂о̊v еl Еn u ḿ а
'Emperor, Godfrey Arken, is dead.'
'Second Prince, Ureas Arken, is also dead.'
'Princess, Olivia Arken, has no justification to inherit the throne.'
'The throne will now go to Crown Prince Alexander.'
No one thought Olivia suited the throne.
She may be a Saintess of high virtue, but Olivia was ultimately a woman.
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She could be used as an excellent tool for the throne, but could not become the throne itself.
In age and appearance, all elements necessary for an Emperor were unfavorable to her.
Whatever happens, the Empire needs an Emperor.
"The Empire's Crown Prince! The only golden light has returned to the Empire once more!"
A man who was an Imperial minister and Alexander's follower announced his return in a loud voice.
All Imperial citizens gathered on the boulevard to see the truth of that voice with their own eyes.
Ё n ů m а̊ .i d̃
What entered through the Imperial Gate was Alexander Arken's carriage.
The fat man showed his face again.
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He'd lost a lot of weight from living under stress and pressure, but that tremendous physique hadn't gone anywhere.
His shadowed eyes and tired face stimulated a strange sympathy.
He smiled softly and stood before the crowd, waving his hand.
Anyway, he was this Empire's only light.
Е̇nû m̌ а̂
Whatever that might mean, the Empire continues to exist.
So the Imperial citizens had no choice but to welcome him enthusiastically.
The cheers became a hot heat melting spring, swallowing everyone into that wave of emotion.
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"You've worked hard, Crown Prince Jeonha."
A white towel was handed over, and Alexander rubbed his face on that towel.
Еn̊u m̆ ӑ
Black makeup came off, and Alexander returned to his original appearance.
The face that looked like he'd suffered disappeared without a trace.
"As expected, just as you said, everyone was completely fooled."
"Haha, fortunately memories of gaining a lot of sympathy to skip out when I was young helped, Jeonha. No, shouldn't I call you Pyeha now?"
"My, my, don't rush too much."
A minister busy flattering and an Alexander loving it to death.
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The ones who couldn't laugh at their laughter were the Cabinet ministers.
'He's licking every nook and cranny of his body.'
'Despicable bastard.'
They usually helped Alexander, but they were closer to Ureas and Valdemar's side.
They looked displeased at Alexander taking all the credit and getting drunk on power.
If even one of those two were alive, they would have remonstrated and told him to maintain dignity as Crown Prince.
W̆ е̄ b̂n о̂ v е̄ l Е ň u̇ m а_
Since their lives would obviously be at the mercy of his hand as the only light, they couldn't say anything.
A loyal subject resolves to throw away their life for the King, but right now it's just a dog's death.
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Alexander went straight to the audience chamber.
A long stretched carpet and a saga painted on stained glass on the wall.
And at the end, three stretched stairs and a golden throne.
As Crown Prince, he cannot sit there.
Wе b̌ ňо v̇ е l Еn̊u m a
So that seat has been vacant for nearly 20 years.
Alexander looked at that throne and felt surging emotion.
'It wasn't in vain.'
Living as Acting Emperor, he'd felt too much humiliation and insult.
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Now was the time for that to return as reward.
"Jeonha."
Е̇n üm̆ а̃. i̊ d
A flattering minister threw a word from beside him.
"Now it's the seat Jeonha will sit in, so how about practicing sitting in it in advance?"
It was a very tempting offer.
"You must sit as if it was originally your seat for that dignity to live."
"That's true."
Alexander agreed with those words.
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Then one of the ministers who had been keeping his mouth shut finally opened it.
"The Empire has law and protocol, Crown Prince. The throne is a seat for the Emperor."
The one who refuted those words was the minister standing beside Alexander.
"What nonsense from the Crown Prince who will soon become Emperor? Is the Emperor a being under the law?"
"I submit that while the Emperor may be above, the Crown Prince must rightly be below."
"You insolent bastard! Jeonha! You must cut that impertinent bastard's throat!"
Ѐ n̆ü m а́
Anyway, it was time for a large-scale purge.
Alexander raised his hand with a cruel smile.
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"You'll be the first start."
Hearing that order, the escort knights moved on the minister.
He just stood there with his eyes closed.
Whatever happened, he had finished preparing to accept it.
W е bnо́ vë l Е ṅu m̄ a
Kudangtang!
At that moment, the sound heard broke the labor pains.
What rushed urgently to the audience chamber was a valet.
"How dare a valet arbitrarily enter a place like this!?"
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The minister shouted.
The valet's face was pale with fear.
E n̄ u m а̊. îd̆
But the reason he ran here was stronger sense of duty than fear.
"Th-that is...!"
The valet spoke trembling.
"Pyeha's bedchamber... it, it opened."
"What?"
"What kind of sound is that?"
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The bedchamber opened.
That meant the Emperor had returned.
But it was a strange thing.
The bedchamber had opened a long time ago.
Godfrey Arken suddenly appeared, seized the throne, and performed all state affairs.
And he died.
Е̇ nu m̂а
'That can't be.'
Alexander tried to deny that fact.
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He hadn't seen it since he evacuated in advance, but they said the Emperor definitely died.
"Indeed..."
"Is His Majesty the Emperor returning..."
But the older ministers, the men who had the name Godfrey and had seen everything until he ascended the throne, didn't doubt those words.
W̃е b̄nо̆_v̊.e̊l̊ Е́ nu̇m̊ а
Shortly after, the closed audience chamber door opened.
There, a single man was walking alone.
Godfrey is dead.
He foolishly held Olivia's ordination ceremony and faced death before all people.
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Right at the hands of Valdemar Golt, his own heart.
Then who the hell is that man over there?
W̊е b̆n о̆v ё l Е̄n̈um а̂
A body terribly thinned from being fat.
A face looking not just expressionless but depressed.
Not well-tailored golden clothes but a white robe.
Only elements completely distant from the Emperor's known appearance are filled.
Even as that outsider-like man arrogantly walks on the red carpet, the subjects couldn't dare stop him.
Bright golden hair and bizarre light shooting from his eyes.
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And an absolute ruler's aura emanating from his body.
All those elements as if casting a terrible magic, they only watch with their eyes as that man passes before them.
Alexander was the same.
When Alexander first saw his father, he looked down on him.
Fat body and bizarre laughter like scratching iron plate.
Everything was just one of the trivial humans.
Ё n̈ ù m̊ а.їd́
But looking at that man before his eyes now, he couldn't harbor any doubt.
Alexander seemed to become a boy from his childhood.
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Overwhelming spirit that doesn't even allow doubt about his own existence.
Existence itself was proof of authority, proof of ruling - that was definitely his father.
He sat arrogantly in the seat long left empty, scanning the crowd with two eyes.
Goosebumps rose.
W eb növ е l̀ Е n̂ üm̊а̌
Those blue eyes seem to contain vengeful spirits holding the blood of tens of millions.
The moment eyes met, their eyes turned downward.
Not etiquette but the meaning of submission engraved in instinct.
He opened his mouth.
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"Kneel."
They kneel.
Е ň u̇ḿá . і̊ d̀
It was certain.
Just three syllables of command, but what was engraved inside was the superhuman they knew well.
He had never once become dissipated, nor dulled.
He is the existence who will bring a new golden age to the Empire.
"We greet the one and only golden light!"
The Empire's Emperor has returned.
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* * *
Not long after, urgent news came from the Empire.
News that Godfrey Arken had returned.
'That was indeed a body double.'
The Emperor Ferdá saw was a fat, arrogant, vile human.
So worthless that in the previous life, the thought of killing him didn't even arise.
W е̊ b̊ ǹоvẽl Ė num а̌
Similar to or worse than Alexander.
But the current Emperor's description was different too.
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'Did Valdemar know that fact?'
Probably not.
Listening to his story, even he who could access the bedchamber wouldn't have known it was a body double.
Putting Olivia on the throne and designating Ferdá as his successor, it's right to see the Empire's Emperor as dead.
Е̊ ǹu m̀ а̂ . і d
'The Emperor deceived everyone.'
Not coming out of the bedchamber for ten-odd years, making him unpredictable, and deceiving even Valdemar who was his heart.
Why did he do such a thing?
'Was it to remove Valdemar...?'
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He anticipated the donkey running toward the carrot would eventually lose patience.
'No, not just for simple removal.'
Е.ń ü m а
When Valdemar killed the body double, chaos came to the Empire.
All situations were things that made dark clouds hang over the Empire's sky.
When dark clouds linger long, people instinctively yearn for light.
'Become a superhuman on a white horse.'
Godfrey Arken received enthusiastic support and was restored.
Don't know how his future actions will go, but chaotic forces will stick to the Emperor and bind together.
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'This became a headache.'
Who knew the Empire would become an existence catching ankles again?
"Ferdá-nim, space magic is manifesting in front of the castle gate."
Hearing Ruri's report and looking outside the castle, it was just as she said.
A gate forming in front of Valdrova Castle.
Ferdá could block that gate immediately if he used his authority.
W е̂ b̆ n̊ оv̄ èl E n̈ ú mа
But as that gate opened, it revealed the scenery of its starting point.
White marble with a golden roof on top - there's only one such place.
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'The Golden Palace...'
Imperial envoys ignoring all procedures and urgently coming here.
So he had no choice but to leave it.
"Bring them inside."
Е́ n ǔ ḿа́. і̃d
Ruri went down to greet the envoys, and Ferdá prepared to hear their story.
"Ferdá, you who are the Great Fire's Fiancé and were Rosnova's Third."
The envoy read the diplomatic letter clearly.
"The Great Empire's Light requests a summons, so you answer now."
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The fact it's a request not a command means respecting Ferdá.
And it means he has nothing to be sorry about.
W e b̃ ň ȯ vėl Ẽ n̄ û m̌а̇
'At the same time, it means he knows I have no reason to refuse.'
Like chess starting with the opponent already placing five moves first, it was full of unreasonable feeling.
Ferdá willingly accepted that request and crossed the gate with the envoys.
Inside the Golden Palace, the leisure seen until now was gone, and they were moving urgently.
All that movement was passing through the office.
There's no doubt the Emperor is inside there.
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Receiving him without using the audience chamber or reception room.
As if it's just one of the private state affairs.
The door opened and Ferdá went inside.
The office's far end.
In the place where the Emperor should sit, a gaunt old man wore the Emperor's attire.
Numerous ministers and bureaucrats were waiting without even swallowing saliva, processing everything very quickly.
We bń о v е̃l̈ Ёǹù mа̇
While standing like that, Ferdá met eyes with the old man.
Bizarre radiance tried to press down on Ferdá.
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Without a herald introducing him in tedious detail, who he was seeped into his skin.
He didn't take his eyes off Ferdá.
Putting aside the documents he was looking at, he raised his hand.
Spreading five fingers and making a gesture to leave, all ministers began pouring out.
Ĕ n̊ u m̀а̌
He rose from his seat.
The three valets behind him covered him with the Imperial Robe, and presented a cushion with a crown placed on it and a cane.
As if everything was bothersome, he roughly put on the crown, and even the valets left their positions.
He leaned the cane on the floor, walked to the sofa, and plopped down just like that.
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Only then in the quiet place did he open his mouth.
"You."
Е nùm а̊ . і d̃
His eyes are still looking at Ferdá.
"Just who are you?"
As if looking at a forest covered in fog.
