171 092. Kasim Derian -1 Part One

The heavily disguised Holy Emperor, Kelt Olfolse, was currently hiding among the nobles.

His emotions fluctuated all over the place while staring at his seventh grandson, who was currently perched up arrogantly on the throne.

The boy merely losing his memories couldn’t have been the truth. As expected, he had been hiding his true self all along.

That had to be it. Because the Seventh Imperial Prince before Kelt’s eyes came across as the most ideal candidate to become a ruler of a nation. He must’ve been hiding his sharpened fangs only to bare them at this very moment.

Kelt remained hidden within the ranks of the nobles and quietly observed their atmosphere.

All the nobles were completely out of it. Even then, their eyes were gleaming in the light of confidence.

What about Luan, then? Or Hilda? There was no doubting that those two possessed the qualifications to become an excellent Holy Emperor.

However, they hadn’t yet displayed such a strong charisma capable of entrancing everyone like this, nor did they prove that they possessed unrivalled strength.

The one who could drive out the Vampires, maintain absolute authority and at the same time, possess enough strength to protect his subjects…

The one with the status of a Saint, and even beloved by Goddess Gaia.

“…Allen Olfolse.”

Even if Kelt chose to hand over the throne of the Holy Emperor to his seventh grandson right now, there shouldn’t be any problems as far as he could tell.

Kelt grinned deeply while tightly clenching his fists.

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“Who do you think is the truly corrupt one between us?”

“We must punish the Church of Caiolium, your highness.”

The Seventh Imperial Prince smiled.

He extended his hand forward and made a declaration. “Send a communique to the Church of Caiolium at once. I shall grant them a grace period of ten days.”

His voice reverberated throughout the imperial audience chamber.

“Order them to surrender quietly.”

All of the nobles raised their heads and stared at the boy prince.

He enunciated each and every word clearly as he continued to address them, “They dared to slander the grandchild of the Holy Emperor, labelling me as a heretic. Even their deaths will not be sufficient enough to pay for their sins.”

He stared back intently at every noble present, deliberately holding their gazes as he spoke what’s on his mind.

“However, I shall be merciful by lightening the sentences of those willing to surrender peacefully.”

The boy prince was decisive.

The ones surrendering would still be punished, but their sentences would be less severe. However, if the Church of Caiolium chose not to surrender, then…

“If anyone wishes to oppose me, they shall die at the hands of the very holy army that they fear so much.”

Only after those two had left the audience chamber did the nobles and priests finally realise something – that this occasion was supposed to be the prince’s inquisition…!

They had completely forgotten about it.

All they could do now was to belatedly turn their heads and stare dazedly at the doorway the Seventh Imperial Prince used to exit.

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(TL: In 1st person POV.)

I glanced at the shut doorway to the audience chamber and sighed deeply in relief. While doing that, I couldn’t help but notice the muscle ache already starting to hit me from every corner of my body, which forced an unhappy tut to leak out of my mouth.

“I knew it. A single branch isn’t as effective as the actual world tree itself.”

I was already acclimatised to Amon’s skull to some extent by now, but even then, I barely managed to withstand its backlash despite borrowing the power of the world tree’s branch.

Oh well… At least it’s perfectly usable during short bursts, so there’s that.

I started walking down the corridor while feeling slightly rueful, and Harman followed me from behind.