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Table of Contents

  • 1. Chapter 1. Kill The Empress
  • 2. Chapter 2. Tanatos’s Cripple Empress
  • 3. Chapter 3. She's Really Here
  • 4. Chapter 4. The Empress Is Going To Die
  • 5. Chapter 5. How Did This Happen?
  • 6. Chapter 6. Swallowing Eyes
  • 7. Chapter 7. Natasha Roanti
  • 8. Chapter 8. The Crying Sound
  • 9. Chapter 9. Are You Throwing Yourself Away?
  • 10. Chapter 10. Why Did This Woman...?
  • 11. Chapter 11. Then Bite If Off And Kill Me
  • 12. Chapter 12. Ability To Save
  • 13. Chapter 13. The Shadow She Left Behind
  • 14. Chapter 14. Into His Realm
  • 15. Chapter 15. Tamon's Purpose
  • 16. Chapter 16. This Damn Woman!
  • 17. Chapter 17. I've Never Hated You
  • 18. Chapter 18. How About Love?
  • 19. Chapter 19. A Night Walk
  • 20. Chapter 20. How Do You Want To Die
  • 21. Chapter 21. Ronasso's Anxiety
  • 22. Chapter 22. How To Let Go Of Sadness
  • 23. Chapter 23. Lersha Resha
  • 24. Chapter 24. It’s Not Ugly
  • 25. Chapter 25. Where Is The Empress's Treasure?
  • 26. Chapter 26. The Reason For Death
  • 27. Chapter 27. The Consolation Of The Unashamed
  • 28. Chapter 28. A New Name
  • 29. Chapter 29. A Small Change
  • 30. Chapter 30. Out Of Control
  • 31. Chapter 31. There's Always Trouble
  • 32. Chapter 32. Dazzling Silver Hair And Purple Crystal Eyes
  • 33. Chapter 33. My Silver Fox
  • 34. Chapter 34. Is It Okay To Eat This Poisonous Plant?
  • 35. Chapter 35. Don't Be Weak
  • 36. Chapter 36. Don’t Leave Me
  • 37. Chapter 37. An Unfamiliar Peace
  • 38. Chapter 38. Warmth Of The Palm
  • 39. Chapter 39. Give Me Your Right Foot
  • 40. Chapter 40. That’s Right
  • 41. Chapter 41. The Bride's Scream
  • 42. Chapter 42. You Are Like A Gift
  • 43. Chapter 43. Ensemble Drink
  • 44. Chapter 44. I Think It’s Her
  • 45. Chapter 45. Exactly One Month
  • 46. Chapter 46. I’m Disappointed
  • 47. Chapter 47. She Doesn’t Know
  • 48. Chapter 48. To The Lady Of The Pink Rose Forest
  • 49. Chapter 49. Red Stigma On The Chest
  • 50. Chapter 50. That Person Will Come
  • 51. Chapter 51. Smile Next Time
  • 52. Chapter 52. I’m The Owner Of That Leg
  • 53. Chapter 53. The Twins’ Dream
  • 54. Chapter 54. Karen Turasia
  • 55. Chapter 55. Red Passion In The Desert
  • 56. Chapter 56. Cassion Krasis
  • 57. Chapter 57. Brothers
  • 58. Chapter 58. He Did Not Know How To Be Patient
  • 59. Chapter 59. An Unpleasant Visitor
  • 60. Chapter 60. My Brother's Mistress
  • 61. Chapter 61. Tomorrow, Lunch, Together
  • 62. Chapter 62. Roselyn's Anger
  • 63. Chapter 63. Red-eyed Savior
  • 64. Chapter 64. He’s Back
  • 65. Chapter 65. Bloody Master
  • 66. Chapter 66. Welcome Back
  • 67. Chapter 67. I Missed You
  • 68. Chapter 68. Thank You For Staying Alive
  • 69. Chapter 69. It's All Coming Together
  • 70. Chapter 70. Hope That Shine At The End Of Despair
  • 71. Chapter 71. A Mean Woman
  • 72. Chapter 72. Ronasso's Adversity
  • 73. Chapter 73. Preparation To Go Out
  • 74. Chapter 74. Each Person's Heart Flows Differently
  • 75. Chapter 75. Smile, Rosie
  • 76. Chapter 76. Do You Want Me To Show You My Specialty?
  • 77. Chapter 77. Aim And Shoot
  • 78. Chapter 78. The Gap
  • 79. Chapter 79. Arrows That Burn Flesh
  • 80. Chapter 80. I’ll Bring You The Proof
  • 81. Chapter 81. Even If I Die Like This
  • 82. Chapter 82. The Reason She Was Confident In Winning
  • 83. Chapter 83. An Unexpected Guest
  • 84. Chapter 84. Love That Couldn't Overcome Hatred
  • 85. Chapter 85. Aranrosia
  • 86. Chapter 86. The Rightful Owner
  • 87. Chapter 87. Can I Trust You?
  • 88. Chapter 88. A Blind Man
  • 89. Chapter 89. The Wind Lantern Ceremony
  • 90. Chapter 90. If You're There, Come Out
  • 91. Chapter 91. Similar
  • 92. Chapter 92. Ignorance Is Bravery
  • 93. Chapter 93. I Can Tell You
  • 94. Chapter 94. Hartz’s Conditions
  • 95. Chapter 95. If You Kiss Me
  • 96. Chapter 96. Change
  • 97. Chapter 97. Anna
  • 98. Chapter 98. I’ll Have To Remove It
  • 99. Chapter 99. The Prophet's Gamble
  • 100. Chapter 100. Because He's So Good At It
  • 101. Chapter 101. A Mysterious Trend
  • 102. Chapter 102. The Conditions Of The Gift
  • 103. Chapter 103. The Tips Of His Ears
  • 104. Chapter 104. The Meaning Of Yellow Lily
  • 105. Chapter 105. God, Please Take Care Of Them
  • 106. Chapter 106. I'd Like To Meet Him
  • 107. Chapter 107. It’s Beautiful
  • 108. Chapter 108. What Do You Want Me To Do?
  • 109. Chapter 109. There's Only Two Of Us
  • 110. Chapter 110. Even If It Hurts A Little, It Will Last A Long Time
  • 111. Chapter 111. Does This Make Sense?
  • 112. Chapter 112. With Both Feet
  • 113. Chapter 113. Instinct
  • 114. Chapter 114. Did It Happen?
  • 115. Chapter 115. One Step, Two Steps
  • 116. Chapter 116. A Familiar Voice
  • 117. Chapter 117. I See The Glory Of Winter
  • 118. Chapter 118. That's Why It's Not Me
  • 119. Chapter 119. . It Was A Flash
  • 120. Chapter 120. When The Revenge Is Over
  • 121. Chapter 121. What Will He Get?
  • 122. Chapter 122. What Is Your Name?
  • 123. Chapter 123. Sweet
  • 124. Chapter 124. Black Canyon (1)
  • 125. Chapter 125. Black Canyon (2)
  • 126. Chapter 126. A Twisted Doubt
  • 127. Chapter 127. You Have To Save It
  • 128. Chapter 128. The Secret Of The Silver Horned Deer
  • 129. Chapter 129. His Sincerity
  • 130. Chapter 130. Into The Black Fog
  • 131. Chapter 131. Breaking In
  • 132. Chapter 132. Tell Me, Asha
  • 133. Chapter 133. Warmth
  • 134. Chapter 134. Evidence Of Longing
  • 135. Chapter 135. Under The Wheels
  • 136. Chapter 136. Natasha's Crime
  • 137. Chapter 137. Who Left The Flowers?
  • 138. Chapter 138. He Who Sees The Will Of God
  • 139. Chapter 139. Winter Can't Beat The Pines
  • 140. Chapter 140. Let’s Go There Together
  • 141. Chapter 141. Betrayal
  • 142. Chapter 142. A Vanished Home
  • 143. Chapter 143. Finally, At The Imperial Palace
  • 144. Chapter 144. Remove It
  • 145. Chapter 145. Your Worst Nightmare
  • 146. Chapter 146. July 16th
  • 147. Chapter 147. Pretend You Don’t See It. Pretend You Don’t Know It
  • 148. Chapter 148. Take The Child To His Mother
  • 149. Chapter 149. A Crack
  • 150. Chapter 150. Song Of The Fall
  • 151. Chapter 151. Anna’s Situation
  • 152. Chapter 152. Perso’s Anguish
  • 153. Chapter 153. A Suspicious Maid
  • 154. Chapter 154. Whose Baby Is It?
  • 155. Chapter 155. This Is My Answer
  • 156. Chapter 156. The Wild Dog Outside The Fence
  • 157. Chapter 157. The Main Characters
  • 158. Chapter 158. That Day
  • 159. Chapter 159. Let Me Tell You A Secret
  • 160. Chapter 160. Run Away
  • 161. Chapter 161. The Hunt Begins
  • 162. Chapter 162. To The Hell I Got Out Of
  • 163. Chapter 163. Let's Watch
  • 164. Chapter 164. The Crazy Emperor
  • 165. Chapter 165. Rampage
  • 166. Chapter 166. Clash Of Life And Death
  • 167. Chapter 167. Collect
  • 168. Chapter 168. The Banquet Is Over
  • 169. Chapter 169. A World Without The Power Of God
  • 170. Chapter 170. Thorny Hedge
  • 171. Chapter 171. It Was The Night When Winter Ended
  • 172. Chapter 172. Side Story 1 - The World Has Been Turned Upside Down
  • 173. Chapter 173. Side Story 2 - Death In The Dark
  • 174. Chapter 174. Side Story 3 - Monstein
  • 175. Chapter 175. Side Story 4. Tamon's Happiness
  • 176. Chapter 176. Side Story 5. Very Sweet And Tender
  • 177. Chapter 177. Side Story 6. Methods Of Persuasion
  • 178. Chapter 178. Side Story 7. A Night Full Of Peach Scent
  • 179. Chapter 179. Side Story 8. Desired Asha
  • 180. Chapter 180. Side Story 9. Unexpected Fit
  • 181. Chapter 181. Side Story 10. Return
  • 182. Chapter 182. Side Story 11. All Is Well
  • 183. Chapter 183. Side Story 12. Amazing News
  • 184. Chapter 184. Side Story 13. A Very Cute Dream
  • 185. Chapter 185. Side Story 14. What Kind Of Bullsh*t Is This?
  • 186. Chapter 186. Side Story 15. What Will Turn The World Upside Down
  • 187. Chapter 187. Side Story 16. Suspicious Meeting
  • 188. Chapter 188. Side Story 17. Find Me
  • 189. Chapter 189. Side Story 18. You Just Have To Enjoy It
  • 190. Chapter 190. Side Story 19. Time To Become A Family
  • 191. Chapter 191. Side Story 20. Omen
  • 192. Chapter 192. Side Story 21. Became A Family (End)

Chapter 1. Kill the Empress

 

****

Sponsored by Vina šŸ’– (¾)

****

 

Hartz was worried about himself sticking around here, but he was more worried about Mana being alone.

 

Strangely enough, he was more worried about Mana than Hannah, who was much younger.

 

‘I’m sure he wouldn’t even snort for worrying about him, though.’

 

Hartz took a deep breath, thinking of Hannah and Mana.

 

Mana was right.

 

Who was he (Hartz) to worry for them when he himself was in prison?

 

Hartz mustered up the energy to fight the coming Death.

 

Emperor Tanatos, a violent and fierce being with a beautiful skin to spare.

 

The Emperor was never loved by his mother, and his father, a perfectionist, never gave him a single hug.

 

How could a child who has so much wealth and has not learned love and tolerance grow up to be undistorted?

 

He was the one who, in a moment of crisis, threw even what he held in his hands to the floor and stomped on it with his feet.

 

It was the woman who needed to be watched out for more than the Emperor. Natasha Roanti.

 

She has a face like a flower and a soul like a snake.

 

She was a woman who would do anything for the survival of herself and her child.

 

It wasn’t that it was very bad, but it was problematic, mainly because the woman’s methods were unjustified and insidious.

 

Tap.tap.

 

Hartz began to hear footsteps climbing the tower. It was definitely the sound of soldiers.

 

Hartz got up first before the soldiers came in.

 

He refused to be dragged under any circumstances.

 

As soon as the door suddenly opened, he spoke first.

 

ā€œI’ll go down on my feet. If you treat me roughly, I will tell you of your future disgrace; if you treat me politely, I will tell you of people you should be especially careful of.”

 

The momentum of the soldiers who had stiffened at his words came to a flinching halt.

 

Hartz calmly walked down between them.

 

No one held him like a sinner.

 

It was good to have the power of prophecy, Hartz thought with satisfaction once more.

 

****

 

Natasha stepped back, frowning slightly at the appearance of the shaggy man who had appeared with the soldiers.

 

His hair wasn’t gray, but with only a bushy beard and long hair covering his eyes, he looked like an old man, well over sixty.

 

Gillotti said that there wasn’t that much difference between Hartz’s age and his own.

 

It was only about a decade ago that Keton collapsed, and Hartz at that time had just graduated from the Academy.

 

If so, he would be only thirty-two years old at an estimate, but he looked much over forty in this way.

 

Was it because he was wearing rags?

 

She didn’t know what the man had to go through to look like that, but he was badly dressed.

 

Natasha clicked her tongue invisibly and hid behind Gillotti, who was at least ostensibly nice. Gillotti, who thought Natasha was afraid of the man, smiled in satisfaction and hugged Natasha’s shoulders tightly.

 

Hartz, blindfolded by his bangs, clicked his tongue soundlessly at their shameless appearance.

 

ā€œAre you Prophet Hartz?ā€

 

ā€œThe humble prophet is in the presence of the Emperor of Tanatos.ā€

 

Gillotti’s eyes wriggled with Hartz’s somewhat rude tone.

 

Although his country was destroyed, Hartz was still a legitimate Prince of a country, and if it had not been destroyed, Hartz would have been crowned king.

 

With that in mind, Gillotti, who had deliberately suppressed his anger, immediately spoke.

 

ā€œSince you said you have such an amazing talent, I’m sure you know already why your were caught.ā€

 

ā€˜Caught………’

 

Gillotti spoke arrogantly, completely unaware that Hartz willingly surrendered himself.

 

It was a coercive tone, as if he was being scolded if he didn’t answer his words properly.

 

Hartz didn’t reply, but stared at Gillotti and Natasha.

 

The high emperor’s position, and standing beside him, the woman’s shadow was short.

 

A faint image flashed before Hartz’s eyes.

 

Hertz slowly closed his eyes and looked back at the scene that had passed.

 

When he opened his eyes again, his voice was determined.

 

“I see the future, not the past, and if there is anything you wish to hear, please ask clearly.”

 

Just before Gillotti, who frowned, tried to spit out more harsh words, Natasha gently rubbed his shoulder.

 

ā€œWe need to know why His Majesty’s health is deteriorating. If we don’t know why, we’d like to know how to make him better from now on.”

 

Natasha asked earnestly in a voice of sincere concern for Gillotti.

 

Hartz looked at them both and said.

 

ā€œDo you know the saying that if you use your powers for evil purposes, they will return like a curse?ā€

 

Gillotti’s and Natasha’s expressions hardened at Hartz’s words.

 

It was an unspoken discipline that one must use it for the greater good rather than justice, and for helping others rather than war.

 

It was not that the emperor didn’t know, he just pretended not to know.

 

It was all about killing a few people, and he wondered how great an aftermath it would bring back.

 

But, in the words of the prophet Hartz, all of Gillotti’s symptoms now are the repercussions of using his power in the wrong direction?

 

ā€œDon’t lie! This power is completely mine! How can you say that my power will harm me when I’m using it for my benefit!”

 

Ā “Why can’t you believe it? Aren’t the descendants of the kings who used different powers and perished right in front of you?”

 

“…!”

 

Gillotti’s mouth naturally froze in surprise.

 

It was as if Hartz’s words were saying that Gillotti’s future would be like that.

 

Gillotti’s hand, which was gripping the armrest, trembled.

 

‘No, it can’t be. I am the one who was chosen to be Emperor. What is wrong with an emperor who kills only fifteen people? No, I don’t think so.’

 

Gillotti felt like he was about to have another seizure.

 

The quick-witted Natasha stepped forward to quickly mediate between them.

 

Holding her big belly, she asked Hartz with a pitiful look on her face.

 

ā€œI understand why. Then we must also know how to alleviate this disease, mustn’t we? O great prophet, please help my emperor. Please don’t leave my child’s father in despair.ā€

 

She was indeed a rare sorceress.

 

With a round belly and moist eyes, Natasha’s pleading figure was just like a soft and beautiful woman who was worried about the sick husband.

 

Sadness and fear filled her reddened face.

 

Hartz was lucky that his hair covered his face.

 

Otherwise, he might have made an outrageous expression.

 

“Please, I beg you. Please don’t let His Majesty die. Never ……. for the sake of the poor people of Tanatos and the future of this child. Absolutely!”

 

Hartz’s throat tickled. He wanted to say, “Actually, for the sake of his poor people, it would be better for him to leave this world soon.”

 

However, he had to bite his tongue in his mouth to get a grip on his twitching lips.

 

The whole country knew all about what a mistake that stupid emperor had made.

 

Perhaps it was the people of Tanatos who know best of all.

 

The lives of the people, exhausted and impoverished in the mere months since the Empress disappeared from the land, were a wail itself.

 

Do the two really not know that the sighs that have accumulated throughout the country with nostalgia for the deceased Empress and the hopelessness of life to come are piling up like a mountain every day?

 

ā€˜They call this kind of thing karma in the far east.’

 

The accumulation of this karma was bound to eventually lead them to self-destruction.

 

ā€œHow…..ā€

 

Hartz closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

 

The image of Gillotti and Natasha passed before his darkened eyes once more.

 

All the paintings were scattered, as if shards of glass with engraved pictures had broken, but as time went on, the pieces were coming together.

 

Perhaps the Empress, or rather the former Empress was moving, and the imperfect future would be fully in place.

 

ā€œIt’s not perfect, but there is one possible way.ā€

 

ā€œWhat is it?”

 

Gillotti urgently asked.

 

Unlike the excited Gillotti, Hartz’s voice was gentler and more relaxed than ever.

 

ā€œThey say that collecting holy relics creates a special resonance. They said it’s God’s response. When they are gathered, they say you can make a special offering and pray for your wishes to be granted.”

 

Holy relics!

 

Holy relics imbued with divine carvings, like the descendants of those who had been endowed with extraordinary powers.

 

There were six holy relics at the beginning of time, but one was destroyed by the gods, and there were only five known to remain today.

 

One of them was the chain of protection held by Roselyn V Sunset.

 

ā€˜That evil woman!’

 

And it remained missing because of the clever Roselyn.

 

Gillotti was angry, his teeth chattering.

 

The woman was useless like a speck of dust anyway.

 

Natasha’s face also tightened as she realized why he was so furious.

 

ā€˜I should have robbed you of that holy relic beforehand!’

 

It was past time to regret it now. Gillotti’s head tingled with helplessness and frustration.

 

If the Empress was right in front of him, he would want to strangle her again.

 

ā€˜Oh, what should I do?’

 

Since even the most easily obtainable chain of protection was thus far away, it was going to be even more difficult to gather other holy relics.

 

ā€˜If the sickness continued to get worse………..’

 

Gillotti glanced once more at the prophet in front of him.

 

A beggar-like man whose authority and power have disappeared and function only as guardians of this power.

 

It was terrible and disgusting to think that would be his future.Ā 

 

Hartz spoke, not caring about Gillotti’s gaze.

 

Ā “If you’re curious about the location of the holy relics, I can tell you.”

 

Chapter 2. Tanatos’s cripple Empress

 

****

Sponsored by Vina šŸ’– (¾)

****

 

Hartz was worried about himself sticking around here, but he was more worried about Mana being alone.

 

Strangely enough, he was more worried about Mana than Hannah, who was much younger.

 

‘I’m sure he wouldn’t even snort for worrying about him, though.’

 

Hartz took a deep breath, thinking of Hannah and Mana.

 

Mana was right.

 

Who was he (Hartz) to worry for them when he himself was in prison?

 

Hartz mustered up the energy to fight the coming Death.

 

Emperor Tanatos, a violent and fierce being with a beautiful skin to spare.

 

The Emperor was never loved by his mother, and his father, a perfectionist, never gave him a single hug.

 

How could a child who has so much wealth and has not learned love and tolerance grow up to be undistorted?

 

He was the one who, in a moment of crisis, threw even what he held in his hands to the floor and stomped on it with his feet.

 

It was the woman who needed to be watched out for more than the Emperor. Natasha Roanti.

 

She has a face like a flower and a soul like a snake.

 

She was a woman who would do anything for the survival of herself and her child.

 

It wasn’t that it was very bad, but it was problematic, mainly because the woman’s methods were unjustified and insidious.

 

Tap.tap.

 

Hartz began to hear footsteps climbing the tower. It was definitely the sound of soldiers.

 

Hartz got up first before the soldiers came in.

 

He refused to be dragged under any circumstances.

 

As soon as the door suddenly opened, he spoke first.

 

ā€œI’ll go down on my feet. If you treat me roughly, I will tell you of your future disgrace; if you treat me politely, I will tell you of people you should be especially careful of.”

 

The momentum of the soldiers who had stiffened at his words came to a flinching halt.

 

Hartz calmly walked down between them.

 

No one held him like a sinner.

 

It was good to have the power of prophecy, Hartz thought with satisfaction once more.

 

****

 

Natasha stepped back, frowning slightly at the appearance of the shaggy man who had appeared with the soldiers.

 

His hair wasn’t gray, but with only a bushy beard and long hair covering his eyes, he looked like an old man, well over sixty.

 

Gillotti said that there wasn’t that much difference between Hartz’s age and his own.

 

It was only about a decade ago that Keton collapsed, and Hartz at that time had just graduated from the Academy.

 

If so, he would be only thirty-two years old at an estimate, but he looked much over forty in this way.

 

Was it because he was wearing rags?

 

She didn’t know what the man had to go through to look like that, but he was badly dressed.

 

Natasha clicked her tongue invisibly and hid behind Gillotti, who was at least ostensibly nice. Gillotti, who thought Natasha was afraid of the man, smiled in satisfaction and hugged Natasha’s shoulders tightly.

 

Hartz, blindfolded by his bangs, clicked his tongue soundlessly at their shameless appearance.

 

ā€œAre you Prophet Hartz?ā€

 

ā€œThe humble prophet is in the presence of the Emperor of Tanatos.ā€

 

Gillotti’s eyes wriggled with Hartz’s somewhat rude tone.

 

Although his country was destroyed, Hartz was still a legitimate Prince of a country, and if it had not been destroyed, Hartz would have been crowned king.

 

With that in mind, Gillotti, who had deliberately suppressed his anger, immediately spoke.

 

ā€œSince you said you have such an amazing talent, I’m sure you know already why your were caught.ā€

 

ā€˜Caught………’

 

Gillotti spoke arrogantly, completely unaware that Hartz willingly surrendered himself.

 

It was a coercive tone, as if he was being scolded if he didn’t answer his words properly.

 

Hartz didn’t reply, but stared at Gillotti and Natasha.

 

The high emperor’s position, and standing beside him, the woman’s shadow was short.

 

A faint image flashed before Hartz’s eyes.

 

Hertz slowly closed his eyes and looked back at the scene that had passed.

 

When he opened his eyes again, his voice was determined.

 

“I see the future, not the past, and if there is anything you wish to hear, please ask clearly.”

 

Just before Gillotti, who frowned, tried to spit out more harsh words, Natasha gently rubbed his shoulder.

 

ā€œWe need to know why His Majesty’s health is deteriorating. If we don’t know why, we’d like to know how to make him better from now on.”

 

Natasha asked earnestly in a voice of sincere concern for Gillotti.

 

Hartz looked at them both and said.

 

ā€œDo you know the saying that if you use your powers for evil purposes, they will return like a curse?ā€

 

Gillotti’s and Natasha’s expressions hardened at Hartz’s words.

 

It was an unspoken discipline that one must use it for the greater good rather than justice, and for helping others rather than war.

 

It was not that the emperor didn’t know, he just pretended not to know.

 

It was all about killing a few people, and he wondered how great an aftermath it would bring back.

 

But, in the words of the prophet Hartz, all of Gillotti’s symptoms now are the repercussions of using his power in the wrong direction?

 

ā€œDon’t lie! This power is completely mine! How can you say that my power will harm me when I’m using it for my benefit!”

 

Ā “Why can’t you believe it? Aren’t the descendants of the kings who used different powers and perished right in front of you?”

 

“…!”

 

Gillotti’s mouth naturally froze in surprise.

 

It was as if Hartz’s words were saying that Gillotti’s future would be like that.

 

Gillotti’s hand, which was gripping the armrest, trembled.

 

‘No, it can’t be. I am the one who was chosen to be Emperor. What is wrong with an emperor who kills only fifteen people? No, I don’t think so.’

 

Gillotti felt like he was about to have another seizure.

 

The quick-witted Natasha stepped forward to quickly mediate between them.

 

Holding her big belly, she asked Hartz with a pitiful look on her face.

 

ā€œI understand why. Then we must also know how to alleviate this disease, mustn’t we? O great prophet, please help my emperor. Please don’t leave my child’s father in despair.ā€

 

She was indeed a rare sorceress.

 

With a round belly and moist eyes, Natasha’s pleading figure was just like a soft and beautiful woman who was worried about the sick husband.

 

Sadness and fear filled her reddened face.

 

Hartz was lucky that his hair covered his face.

 

Otherwise, he might have made an outrageous expression.

 

“Please, I beg you. Please don’t let His Majesty die. Never ……. for the sake of the poor people of Tanatos and the future of this child. Absolutely!”

 

Hartz’s throat tickled. He wanted to say, “Actually, for the sake of his poor people, it would be better for him to leave this world soon.”

 

However, he had to bite his tongue in his mouth to get a grip on his twitching lips.

 

The whole country knew all about what a mistake that stupid emperor had made.

 

Perhaps it was the people of Tanatos who know best of all.

 

The lives of the people, exhausted and impoverished in the mere months since the Empress disappeared from the land, were a wail itself.

 

Do the two really not know that the sighs that have accumulated throughout the country with nostalgia for the deceased Empress and the hopelessness of life to come are piling up like a mountain every day?

 

ā€˜They call this kind of thing karma in the far east.’

 

The accumulation of this karma was bound to eventually lead them to self-destruction.

 

ā€œHow…..ā€

 

Hartz closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

 

The image of Gillotti and Natasha passed before his darkened eyes once more.

 

All the paintings were scattered, as if shards of glass with engraved pictures had broken, but as time went on, the pieces were coming together.

 

Perhaps the Empress, or rather the former Empress was moving, and the imperfect future would be fully in place.

 

ā€œIt’s not perfect, but there is one possible way.ā€

 

ā€œWhat is it?”

 

Gillotti urgently asked.

 

Unlike the excited Gillotti, Hartz’s voice was gentler and more relaxed than ever.

 

ā€œThey say that collecting holy relics creates a special resonance. They said it’s God’s response. When they are gathered, they say you can make a special offering and pray for your wishes to be granted.”

 

Holy relics!

 

Holy relics imbued with divine carvings, like the descendants of those who had been endowed with extraordinary powers.

 

There were six holy relics at the beginning of time, but one was destroyed by the gods, and there were only five known to remain today.

 

One of them was the chain of protection held by Roselyn V Sunset.

 

ā€˜That evil woman!’

 

And it remained missing because of the clever Roselyn.

 

Gillotti was angry, his teeth chattering.

 

The woman was useless like a speck of dust anyway.

 

Natasha’s face also tightened as she realized why he was so furious.

 

ā€˜I should have robbed you of that holy relic beforehand!’

 

It was past time to regret it now. Gillotti’s head tingled with helplessness and frustration.

 

If the Empress was right in front of him, he would want to strangle her again.

 

ā€˜Oh, what should I do?’

 

Since even the most easily obtainable chain of protection was thus far away, it was going to be even more difficult to gather other holy relics.

 

ā€˜If the sickness continued to get worse………..’

 

Gillotti glanced once more at the prophet in front of him.

 

A beggar-like man whose authority and power have disappeared and function only as guardians of this power.

 

It was terrible and disgusting to think that would be his future.Ā 

 

Hartz spoke, not caring about Gillotti’s gaze.

 

Ā “If you’re curious about the location of the holy relics, I can tell you.”

 

Chapter 3. She's really here

 

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****

 

Hartz was worried about himself sticking around here, but he was more worried about Mana being alone.

 

Strangely enough, he was more worried about Mana than Hannah, who was much younger.

 

‘I’m sure he wouldn’t even snort for worrying about him, though.’

 

Hartz took a deep breath, thinking of Hannah and Mana.

 

Mana was right.

 

Who was he (Hartz) to worry for them when he himself was in prison?

 

Hartz mustered up the energy to fight the coming Death.

 

Emperor Tanatos, a violent and fierce being with a beautiful skin to spare.

 

The Emperor was never loved by his mother, and his father, a perfectionist, never gave him a single hug.

 

How could a child who has so much wealth and has not learned love and tolerance grow up to be undistorted?

 

He was the one who, in a moment of crisis, threw even what he held in his hands to the floor and stomped on it with his feet.

 

It was the woman who needed to be watched out for more than the Emperor. Natasha Roanti.

 

She has a face like a flower and a soul like a snake.

 

She was a woman who would do anything for the survival of herself and her child.

 

It wasn’t that it was very bad, but it was problematic, mainly because the woman’s methods were unjustified and insidious.

 

Tap.tap.

 

Hartz began to hear footsteps climbing the tower. It was definitely the sound of soldiers.

 

Hartz got up first before the soldiers came in.

 

He refused to be dragged under any circumstances.

 

As soon as the door suddenly opened, he spoke first.

 

ā€œI’ll go down on my feet. If you treat me roughly, I will tell you of your future disgrace; if you treat me politely, I will tell you of people you should be especially careful of.”

 

The momentum of the soldiers who had stiffened at his words came to a flinching halt.

 

Hartz calmly walked down between them.

 

No one held him like a sinner.

 

It was good to have the power of prophecy, Hartz thought with satisfaction once more.

 

****

 

Natasha stepped back, frowning slightly at the appearance of the shaggy man who had appeared with the soldiers.

 

His hair wasn’t gray, but with only a bushy beard and long hair covering his eyes, he looked like an old man, well over sixty.

 

Gillotti said that there wasn’t that much difference between Hartz’s age and his own.

 

It was only about a decade ago that Keton collapsed, and Hartz at that time had just graduated from the Academy.

 

If so, he would be only thirty-two years old at an estimate, but he looked much over forty in this way.

 

Was it because he was wearing rags?

 

She didn’t know what the man had to go through to look like that, but he was badly dressed.

 

Natasha clicked her tongue invisibly and hid behind Gillotti, who was at least ostensibly nice. Gillotti, who thought Natasha was afraid of the man, smiled in satisfaction and hugged Natasha’s shoulders tightly.

 

Hartz, blindfolded by his bangs, clicked his tongue soundlessly at their shameless appearance.

 

ā€œAre you Prophet Hartz?ā€

 

ā€œThe humble prophet is in the presence of the Emperor of Tanatos.ā€

 

Gillotti’s eyes wriggled with Hartz’s somewhat rude tone.

 

Although his country was destroyed, Hartz was still a legitimate Prince of a country, and if it had not been destroyed, Hartz would have been crowned king.

 

With that in mind, Gillotti, who had deliberately suppressed his anger, immediately spoke.

 

ā€œSince you said you have such an amazing talent, I’m sure you know already why your were caught.ā€

 

ā€˜Caught………’

 

Gillotti spoke arrogantly, completely unaware that Hartz willingly surrendered himself.

 

It was a coercive tone, as if he was being scolded if he didn’t answer his words properly.

 

Hartz didn’t reply, but stared at Gillotti and Natasha.

 

The high emperor’s position, and standing beside him, the woman’s shadow was short.

 

A faint image flashed before Hartz’s eyes.

 

Hertz slowly closed his eyes and looked back at the scene that had passed.

 

When he opened his eyes again, his voice was determined.

 

“I see the future, not the past, and if there is anything you wish to hear, please ask clearly.”

 

Just before Gillotti, who frowned, tried to spit out more harsh words, Natasha gently rubbed his shoulder.

 

ā€œWe need to know why His Majesty’s health is deteriorating. If we don’t know why, we’d like to know how to make him better from now on.”

 

Natasha asked earnestly in a voice of sincere concern for Gillotti.

 

Hartz looked at them both and said.

 

ā€œDo you know the saying that if you use your powers for evil purposes, they will return like a curse?ā€

 

Gillotti’s and Natasha’s expressions hardened at Hartz’s words.

 

It was an unspoken discipline that one must use it for the greater good rather than justice, and for helping others rather than war.

 

It was not that the emperor didn’t know, he just pretended not to know.

 

It was all about killing a few people, and he wondered how great an aftermath it would bring back.

 

But, in the words of the prophet Hartz, all of Gillotti’s symptoms now are the repercussions of using his power in the wrong direction?

 

ā€œDon’t lie! This power is completely mine! How can you say that my power will harm me when I’m using it for my benefit!”

 

Ā “Why can’t you believe it? Aren’t the descendants of the kings who used different powers and perished right in front of you?”

 

“…!”

 

Gillotti’s mouth naturally froze in surprise.

 

It was as if Hartz’s words were saying that Gillotti’s future would be like that.

 

Gillotti’s hand, which was gripping the armrest, trembled.

 

‘No, it can’t be. I am the one who was chosen to be Emperor. What is wrong with an emperor who kills only fifteen people? No, I don’t think so.’

 

Gillotti felt like he was about to have another seizure.

 

The quick-witted Natasha stepped forward to quickly mediate between them.

 

Holding her big belly, she asked Hartz with a pitiful look on her face.

 

ā€œI understand why. Then we must also know how to alleviate this disease, mustn’t we? O great prophet, please help my emperor. Please don’t leave my child’s father in despair.ā€

 

She was indeed a rare sorceress.

 

With a round belly and moist eyes, Natasha’s pleading figure was just like a soft and beautiful woman who was worried about the sick husband.

 

Sadness and fear filled her reddened face.

 

Hartz was lucky that his hair covered his face.

 

Otherwise, he might have made an outrageous expression.

 

“Please, I beg you. Please don’t let His Majesty die. Never ……. for the sake of the poor people of Tanatos and the future of this child. Absolutely!”

 

Hartz’s throat tickled. He wanted to say, “Actually, for the sake of his poor people, it would be better for him to leave this world soon.”

 

However, he had to bite his tongue in his mouth to get a grip on his twitching lips.

 

The whole country knew all about what a mistake that stupid emperor had made.

 

Perhaps it was the people of Tanatos who know best of all.

 

The lives of the people, exhausted and impoverished in the mere months since the Empress disappeared from the land, were a wail itself.

 

Do the two really not know that the sighs that have accumulated throughout the country with nostalgia for the deceased Empress and the hopelessness of life to come are piling up like a mountain every day?

 

ā€˜They call this kind of thing karma in the far east.’

 

The accumulation of this karma was bound to eventually lead them to self-destruction.

 

ā€œHow…..ā€

 

Hartz closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

 

The image of Gillotti and Natasha passed before his darkened eyes once more.

 

All the paintings were scattered, as if shards of glass with engraved pictures had broken, but as time went on, the pieces were coming together.

 

Perhaps the Empress, or rather the former Empress was moving, and the imperfect future would be fully in place.

 

ā€œIt’s not perfect, but there is one possible way.ā€

 

ā€œWhat is it?”

 

Gillotti urgently asked.

 

Unlike the excited Gillotti, Hartz’s voice was gentler and more relaxed than ever.

 

ā€œThey say that collecting holy relics creates a special resonance. They said it’s God’s response. When they are gathered, they say you can make a special offering and pray for your wishes to be granted.”

 

Holy relics!

 

Holy relics imbued with divine carvings, like the descendants of those who had been endowed with extraordinary powers.

 

There were six holy relics at the beginning of time, but one was destroyed by the gods, and there were only five known to remain today.

 

One of them was the chain of protection held by Roselyn V Sunset.

 

ā€˜That evil woman!’

 

And it remained missing because of the clever Roselyn.

 

Gillotti was angry, his teeth chattering.

 

The woman was useless like a speck of dust anyway.

 

Natasha’s face also tightened as she realized why he was so furious.

 

ā€˜I should have robbed you of that holy relic beforehand!’

 

It was past time to regret it now. Gillotti’s head tingled with helplessness and frustration.

 

If the Empress was right in front of him, he would want to strangle her again.

 

ā€˜Oh, what should I do?’

 

Since even the most easily obtainable chain of protection was thus far away, it was going to be even more difficult to gather other holy relics.

 

ā€˜If the sickness continued to get worse………..’

 

Gillotti glanced once more at the prophet in front of him.

 

A beggar-like man whose authority and power have disappeared and function only as guardians of this power.

 

It was terrible and disgusting to think that would be his future.Ā 

 

Hartz spoke, not caring about Gillotti’s gaze.

 

Ā “If you’re curious about the location of the holy relics, I can tell you.”

 

Chapter 4. The Empress is going to die

 

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Sponsored by Vina šŸ’– (¾)

****

 

Hartz was worried about himself sticking around here, but he was more worried about Mana being alone.

 

Strangely enough, he was more worried about Mana than Hannah, who was much younger.

 

‘I’m sure he wouldn’t even snort for worrying about him, though.’

 

Hartz took a deep breath, thinking of Hannah and Mana.

 

Mana was right.

 

Who was he (Hartz) to worry for them when he himself was in prison?

 

Hartz mustered up the energy to fight the coming Death.

 

Emperor Tanatos, a violent and fierce being with a beautiful skin to spare.

 

The Emperor was never loved by his mother, and his father, a perfectionist, never gave him a single hug.

 

How could a child who has so much wealth and has not learned love and tolerance grow up to be undistorted?

 

He was the one who, in a moment of crisis, threw even what he held in his hands to the floor and stomped on it with his feet.

 

It was the woman who needed to be watched out for more than the Emperor. Natasha Roanti.

 

She has a face like a flower and a soul like a snake.

 

She was a woman who would do anything for the survival of herself and her child.

 

It wasn’t that it was very bad, but it was problematic, mainly because the woman’s methods were unjustified and insidious.

 

Tap.tap.

 

Hartz began to hear footsteps climbing the tower. It was definitely the sound of soldiers.

 

Hartz got up first before the soldiers came in.

 

He refused to be dragged under any circumstances.

 

As soon as the door suddenly opened, he spoke first.

 

ā€œI’ll go down on my feet. If you treat me roughly, I will tell you of your future disgrace; if you treat me politely, I will tell you of people you should be especially careful of.”

 

The momentum of the soldiers who had stiffened at his words came to a flinching halt.

 

Hartz calmly walked down between them.

 

No one held him like a sinner.

 

It was good to have the power of prophecy, Hartz thought with satisfaction once more.

 

****

 

Natasha stepped back, frowning slightly at the appearance of the shaggy man who had appeared with the soldiers.

 

His hair wasn’t gray, but with only a bushy beard and long hair covering his eyes, he looked like an old man, well over sixty.

 

Gillotti said that there wasn’t that much difference between Hartz’s age and his own.

 

It was only about a decade ago that Keton collapsed, and Hartz at that time had just graduated from the Academy.

 

If so, he would be only thirty-two years old at an estimate, but he looked much over forty in this way.

 

Was it because he was wearing rags?

 

She didn’t know what the man had to go through to look like that, but he was badly dressed.

 

Natasha clicked her tongue invisibly and hid behind Gillotti, who was at least ostensibly nice. Gillotti, who thought Natasha was afraid of the man, smiled in satisfaction and hugged Natasha’s shoulders tightly.

 

Hartz, blindfolded by his bangs, clicked his tongue soundlessly at their shameless appearance.

 

ā€œAre you Prophet Hartz?ā€

 

ā€œThe humble prophet is in the presence of the Emperor of Tanatos.ā€

 

Gillotti’s eyes wriggled with Hartz’s somewhat rude tone.

 

Although his country was destroyed, Hartz was still a legitimate Prince of a country, and if it had not been destroyed, Hartz would have been crowned king.

 

With that in mind, Gillotti, who had deliberately suppressed his anger, immediately spoke.

 

ā€œSince you said you have such an amazing talent, I’m sure you know already why your were caught.ā€

 

ā€˜Caught………’

 

Gillotti spoke arrogantly, completely unaware that Hartz willingly surrendered himself.

 

It was a coercive tone, as if he was being scolded if he didn’t answer his words properly.

 

Hartz didn’t reply, but stared at Gillotti and Natasha.

 

The high emperor’s position, and standing beside him, the woman’s shadow was short.

 

A faint image flashed before Hartz’s eyes.

 

Hertz slowly closed his eyes and looked back at the scene that had passed.

 

When he opened his eyes again, his voice was determined.

 

“I see the future, not the past, and if there is anything you wish to hear, please ask clearly.”

 

Just before Gillotti, who frowned, tried to spit out more harsh words, Natasha gently rubbed his shoulder.

 

ā€œWe need to know why His Majesty’s health is deteriorating. If we don’t know why, we’d like to know how to make him better from now on.”

 

Natasha asked earnestly in a voice of sincere concern for Gillotti.

 

Hartz looked at them both and said.

 

ā€œDo you know the saying that if you use your powers for evil purposes, they will return like a curse?ā€

 

Gillotti’s and Natasha’s expressions hardened at Hartz’s words.

 

It was an unspoken discipline that one must use it for the greater good rather than justice, and for helping others rather than war.

 

It was not that the emperor didn’t know, he just pretended not to know.

 

It was all about killing a few people, and he wondered how great an aftermath it would bring back.

 

But, in the words of the prophet Hartz, all of Gillotti’s symptoms now are the repercussions of using his power in the wrong direction?

 

ā€œDon’t lie! This power is completely mine! How can you say that my power will harm me when I’m using it for my benefit!”

 

Ā “Why can’t you believe it? Aren’t the descendants of the kings who used different powers and perished right in front of you?”

 

“…!”

 

Gillotti’s mouth naturally froze in surprise.

 

It was as if Hartz’s words were saying that Gillotti’s future would be like that.

 

Gillotti’s hand, which was gripping the armrest, trembled.

 

‘No, it can’t be. I am the one who was chosen to be Emperor. What is wrong with an emperor who kills only fifteen people? No, I don’t think so.’

 

Gillotti felt like he was about to have another seizure.

 

The quick-witted Natasha stepped forward to quickly mediate between them.

 

Holding her big belly, she asked Hartz with a pitiful look on her face.

 

ā€œI understand why. Then we must also know how to alleviate this disease, mustn’t we? O great prophet, please help my emperor. Please don’t leave my child’s father in despair.ā€

 

She was indeed a rare sorceress.

 

With a round belly and moist eyes, Natasha’s pleading figure was just like a soft and beautiful woman who was worried about the sick husband.

 

Sadness and fear filled her reddened face.

 

Hartz was lucky that his hair covered his face.

 

Otherwise, he might have made an outrageous expression.

 

“Please, I beg you. Please don’t let His Majesty die. Never ……. for the sake of the poor people of Tanatos and the future of this child. Absolutely!”

 

Hartz’s throat tickled. He wanted to say, “Actually, for the sake of his poor people, it would be better for him to leave this world soon.”

 

However, he had to bite his tongue in his mouth to get a grip on his twitching lips.

 

The whole country knew all about what a mistake that stupid emperor had made.

 

Perhaps it was the people of Tanatos who know best of all.

 

The lives of the people, exhausted and impoverished in the mere months since the Empress disappeared from the land, were a wail itself.

 

Do the two really not know that the sighs that have accumulated throughout the country with nostalgia for the deceased Empress and the hopelessness of life to come are piling up like a mountain every day?

 

ā€˜They call this kind of thing karma in the far east.’

 

The accumulation of this karma was bound to eventually lead them to self-destruction.

 

ā€œHow…..ā€

 

Hartz closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

 

The image of Gillotti and Natasha passed before his darkened eyes once more.

 

All the paintings were scattered, as if shards of glass with engraved pictures had broken, but as time went on, the pieces were coming together.

 

Perhaps the Empress, or rather the former Empress was moving, and the imperfect future would be fully in place.

 

ā€œIt’s not perfect, but there is one possible way.ā€

 

ā€œWhat is it?”

 

Gillotti urgently asked.

 

Unlike the excited Gillotti, Hartz’s voice was gentler and more relaxed than ever.

 

ā€œThey say that collecting holy relics creates a special resonance. They said it’s God’s response. When they are gathered, they say you can make a special offering and pray for your wishes to be granted.”

 

Holy relics!

 

Holy relics imbued with divine carvings, like the descendants of those who had been endowed with extraordinary powers.

 

There were six holy relics at the beginning of time, but one was destroyed by the gods, and there were only five known to remain today.

 

One of them was the chain of protection held by Roselyn V Sunset.

 

ā€˜That evil woman!’

 

And it remained missing because of the clever Roselyn.

 

Gillotti was angry, his teeth chattering.

 

The woman was useless like a speck of dust anyway.

 

Natasha’s face also tightened as she realized why he was so furious.

 

ā€˜I should have robbed you of that holy relic beforehand!’

 

It was past time to regret it now. Gillotti’s head tingled with helplessness and frustration.

 

If the Empress was right in front of him, he would want to strangle her again.

 

ā€˜Oh, what should I do?’

 

Since even the most easily obtainable chain of protection was thus far away, it was going to be even more difficult to gather other holy relics.

 

ā€˜If the sickness continued to get worse………..’

 

Gillotti glanced once more at the prophet in front of him.

 

A beggar-like man whose authority and power have disappeared and function only as guardians of this power.

 

It was terrible and disgusting to think that would be his future.Ā 

 

Hartz spoke, not caring about Gillotti’s gaze.

 

Ā “If you’re curious about the location of the holy relics, I can tell you.”

 

Chapter 5. How did this happen?

 

****

Sponsored by Vina šŸ’– (¾)

****

 

Hartz was worried about himself sticking around here, but he was more worried about Mana being alone.

 

Strangely enough, he was more worried about Mana than Hannah, who was much younger.

 

‘I’m sure he wouldn’t even snort for worrying about him, though.’

 

Hartz took a deep breath, thinking of Hannah and Mana.

 

Mana was right.

 

Who was he (Hartz) to worry for them when he himself was in prison?

 

Hartz mustered up the energy to fight the coming Death.

 

Emperor Tanatos, a violent and fierce being with a beautiful skin to spare.

 

The Emperor was never loved by his mother, and his father, a perfectionist, never gave him a single hug.

 

How could a child who has so much wealth and has not learned love and tolerance grow up to be undistorted?

 

He was the one who, in a moment of crisis, threw even what he held in his hands to the floor and stomped on it with his feet.

 

It was the woman who needed to be watched out for more than the Emperor. Natasha Roanti.

 

She has a face like a flower and a soul like a snake.

 

She was a woman who would do anything for the survival of herself and her child.

 

It wasn’t that it was very bad, but it was problematic, mainly because the woman’s methods were unjustified and insidious.

 

Tap.tap.

 

Hartz began to hear footsteps climbing the tower. It was definitely the sound of soldiers.

 

Hartz got up first before the soldiers came in.

 

He refused to be dragged under any circumstances.

 

As soon as the door suddenly opened, he spoke first.

 

ā€œI’ll go down on my feet. If you treat me roughly, I will tell you of your future disgrace; if you treat me politely, I will tell you of people you should be especially careful of.”

 

The momentum of the soldiers who had stiffened at his words came to a flinching halt.

 

Hartz calmly walked down between them.

 

No one held him like a sinner.

 

It was good to have the power of prophecy, Hartz thought with satisfaction once more.

 

****

 

Natasha stepped back, frowning slightly at the appearance of the shaggy man who had appeared with the soldiers.

 

His hair wasn’t gray, but with only a bushy beard and long hair covering his eyes, he looked like an old man, well over sixty.

 

Gillotti said that there wasn’t that much difference between Hartz’s age and his own.

 

It was only about a decade ago that Keton collapsed, and Hartz at that time had just graduated from the Academy.

 

If so, he would be only thirty-two years old at an estimate, but he looked much over forty in this way.

 

Was it because he was wearing rags?

 

She didn’t know what the man had to go through to look like that, but he was badly dressed.

 

Natasha clicked her tongue invisibly and hid behind Gillotti, who was at least ostensibly nice. Gillotti, who thought Natasha was afraid of the man, smiled in satisfaction and hugged Natasha’s shoulders tightly.

 

Hartz, blindfolded by his bangs, clicked his tongue soundlessly at their shameless appearance.

 

ā€œAre you Prophet Hartz?ā€

 

ā€œThe humble prophet is in the presence of the Emperor of Tanatos.ā€

 

Gillotti’s eyes wriggled with Hartz’s somewhat rude tone.

 

Although his country was destroyed, Hartz was still a legitimate Prince of a country, and if it had not been destroyed, Hartz would have been crowned king.

 

With that in mind, Gillotti, who had deliberately suppressed his anger, immediately spoke.

 

ā€œSince you said you have such an amazing talent, I’m sure you know already why your were caught.ā€

 

ā€˜Caught………’

 

Gillotti spoke arrogantly, completely unaware that Hartz willingly surrendered himself.

 

It was a coercive tone, as if he was being scolded if he didn’t answer his words properly.

 

Hartz didn’t reply, but stared at Gillotti and Natasha.

 

The high emperor’s position, and standing beside him, the woman’s shadow was short.

 

A faint image flashed before Hartz’s eyes.

 

Hertz slowly closed his eyes and looked back at the scene that had passed.

 

When he opened his eyes again, his voice was determined.

 

“I see the future, not the past, and if there is anything you wish to hear, please ask clearly.”

 

Just before Gillotti, who frowned, tried to spit out more harsh words, Natasha gently rubbed his shoulder.

 

ā€œWe need to know why His Majesty’s health is deteriorating. If we don’t know why, we’d like to know how to make him better from now on.”

 

Natasha asked earnestly in a voice of sincere concern for Gillotti.

 

Hartz looked at them both and said.

 

ā€œDo you know the saying that if you use your powers for evil purposes, they will return like a curse?ā€

 

Gillotti’s and Natasha’s expressions hardened at Hartz’s words.

 

It was an unspoken discipline that one must use it for the greater good rather than justice, and for helping others rather than war.

 

It was not that the emperor didn’t know, he just pretended not to know.

 

It was all about killing a few people, and he wondered how great an aftermath it would bring back.

 

But, in the words of the prophet Hartz, all of Gillotti’s symptoms now are the repercussions of using his power in the wrong direction?

 

ā€œDon’t lie! This power is completely mine! How can you say that my power will harm me when I’m using it for my benefit!”

 

Ā “Why can’t you believe it? Aren’t the descendants of the kings who used different powers and perished right in front of you?”

 

“…!”

 

Gillotti’s mouth naturally froze in surprise.

 

It was as if Hartz’s words were saying that Gillotti’s future would be like that.

 

Gillotti’s hand, which was gripping the armrest, trembled.

 

‘No, it can’t be. I am the one who was chosen to be Emperor. What is wrong with an emperor who kills only fifteen people? No, I don’t think so.’

 

Gillotti felt like he was about to have another seizure.

 

The quick-witted Natasha stepped forward to quickly mediate between them.

 

Holding her big belly, she asked Hartz with a pitiful look on her face.

 

ā€œI understand why. Then we must also know how to alleviate this disease, mustn’t we? O great prophet, please help my emperor. Please don’t leave my child’s father in despair.ā€

 

She was indeed a rare sorceress.

 

With a round belly and moist eyes, Natasha’s pleading figure was just like a soft and beautiful woman who was worried about the sick husband.

 

Sadness and fear filled her reddened face.

 

Hartz was lucky that his hair covered his face.

 

Otherwise, he might have made an outrageous expression.

 

“Please, I beg you. Please don’t let His Majesty die. Never ……. for the sake of the poor people of Tanatos and the future of this child. Absolutely!”

 

Hartz’s throat tickled. He wanted to say, “Actually, for the sake of his poor people, it would be better for him to leave this world soon.”

 

However, he had to bite his tongue in his mouth to get a grip on his twitching lips.

 

The whole country knew all about what a mistake that stupid emperor had made.

 

Perhaps it was the people of Tanatos who know best of all.

 

The lives of the people, exhausted and impoverished in the mere months since the Empress disappeared from the land, were a wail itself.

 

Do the two really not know that the sighs that have accumulated throughout the country with nostalgia for the deceased Empress and the hopelessness of life to come are piling up like a mountain every day?

 

ā€˜They call this kind of thing karma in the far east.’

 

The accumulation of this karma was bound to eventually lead them to self-destruction.

 

ā€œHow…..ā€

 

Hartz closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

 

The image of Gillotti and Natasha passed before his darkened eyes once more.

 

All the paintings were scattered, as if shards of glass with engraved pictures had broken, but as time went on, the pieces were coming together.

 

Perhaps the Empress, or rather the former Empress was moving, and the imperfect future would be fully in place.

 

ā€œIt’s not perfect, but there is one possible way.ā€

 

ā€œWhat is it?”

 

Gillotti urgently asked.

 

Unlike the excited Gillotti, Hartz’s voice was gentler and more relaxed than ever.

 

ā€œThey say that collecting holy relics creates a special resonance. They said it’s God’s response. When they are gathered, they say you can make a special offering and pray for your wishes to be granted.”

 

Holy relics!

 

Holy relics imbued with divine carvings, like the descendants of those who had been endowed with extraordinary powers.

 

There were six holy relics at the beginning of time, but one was destroyed by the gods, and there were only five known to remain today.

 

One of them was the chain of protection held by Roselyn V Sunset.

 

ā€˜That evil woman!’

 

And it remained missing because of the clever Roselyn.

 

Gillotti was angry, his teeth chattering.

 

The woman was useless like a speck of dust anyway.

 

Natasha’s face also tightened as she realized why he was so furious.

 

ā€˜I should have robbed you of that holy relic beforehand!’

 

It was past time to regret it now. Gillotti’s head tingled with helplessness and frustration.

 

If the Empress was right in front of him, he would want to strangle her again.

 

ā€˜Oh, what should I do?’

 

Since even the most easily obtainable chain of protection was thus far away, it was going to be even more difficult to gather other holy relics.

 

ā€˜If the sickness continued to get worse………..’

 

Gillotti glanced once more at the prophet in front of him.

 

A beggar-like man whose authority and power have disappeared and function only as guardians of this power.

 

It was terrible and disgusting to think that would be his future.Ā 

 

Hartz spoke, not caring about Gillotti’s gaze.

 

Ā “If you’re curious about the location of the holy relics, I can tell you.”

 

Chapter 6. Swallowing eyes

 

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Hartz was worried about himself sticking around here, but he was more worried about Mana being alone.

 

Strangely enough, he was more worried about Mana than Hannah, who was much younger.

 

‘I’m sure he wouldn’t even snort for worrying about him, though.’

 

Hartz took a deep breath, thinking of Hannah and Mana.

 

Mana was right.

 

Who was he (Hartz) to worry for them when he himself was in prison?

 

Hartz mustered up the energy to fight the coming Death.

 

Emperor Tanatos, a violent and fierce being with a beautiful skin to spare.

 

The Emperor was never loved by his mother, and his father, a perfectionist, never gave him a single hug.

 

How could a child who has so much wealth and has not learned love and tolerance grow up to be undistorted?

 

He was the one who, in a moment of crisis, threw even what he held in his hands to the floor and stomped on it with his feet.

 

It was the woman who needed to be watched out for more than the Emperor. Natasha Roanti.

 

She has a face like a flower and a soul like a snake.

 

She was a woman who would do anything for the survival of herself and her child.

 

It wasn’t that it was very bad, but it was problematic, mainly because the woman’s methods were unjustified and insidious.

 

Tap.tap.

 

Hartz began to hear footsteps climbing the tower. It was definitely the sound of soldiers.

 

Hartz got up first before the soldiers came in.

 

He refused to be dragged under any circumstances.

 

As soon as the door suddenly opened, he spoke first.

 

ā€œI’ll go down on my feet. If you treat me roughly, I will tell you of your future disgrace; if you treat me politely, I will tell you of people you should be especially careful of.”

 

The momentum of the soldiers who had stiffened at his words came to a flinching halt.

 

Hartz calmly walked down between them.

 

No one held him like a sinner.

 

It was good to have the power of prophecy, Hartz thought with satisfaction once more.

 

****

 

Natasha stepped back, frowning slightly at the appearance of the shaggy man who had appeared with the soldiers.

 

His hair wasn’t gray, but with only a bushy beard and long hair covering his eyes, he looked like an old man, well over sixty.

 

Gillotti said that there wasn’t that much difference between Hartz’s age and his own.

 

It was only about a decade ago that Keton collapsed, and Hartz at that time had just graduated from the Academy.

 

If so, he would be only thirty-two years old at an estimate, but he looked much over forty in this way.

 

Was it because he was wearing rags?

 

She didn’t know what the man had to go through to look like that, but he was badly dressed.

 

Natasha clicked her tongue invisibly and hid behind Gillotti, who was at least ostensibly nice. Gillotti, who thought Natasha was afraid of the man, smiled in satisfaction and hugged Natasha’s shoulders tightly.

 

Hartz, blindfolded by his bangs, clicked his tongue soundlessly at their shameless appearance.

 

ā€œAre you Prophet Hartz?ā€

 

ā€œThe humble prophet is in the presence of the Emperor of Tanatos.ā€

 

Gillotti’s eyes wriggled with Hartz’s somewhat rude tone.

 

Although his country was destroyed, Hartz was still a legitimate Prince of a country, and if it had not been destroyed, Hartz would have been crowned king.

 

With that in mind, Gillotti, who had deliberately suppressed his anger, immediately spoke.

 

ā€œSince you said you have such an amazing talent, I’m sure you know already why your were caught.ā€

 

ā€˜Caught………’

 

Gillotti spoke arrogantly, completely unaware that Hartz willingly surrendered himself.

 

It was a coercive tone, as if he was being scolded if he didn’t answer his words properly.

 

Hartz didn’t reply, but stared at Gillotti and Natasha.

 

The high emperor’s position, and standing beside him, the woman’s shadow was short.

 

A faint image flashed before Hartz’s eyes.

 

Hertz slowly closed his eyes and looked back at the scene that had passed.

 

When he opened his eyes again, his voice was determined.

 

“I see the future, not the past, and if there is anything you wish to hear, please ask clearly.”

 

Just before Gillotti, who frowned, tried to spit out more harsh words, Natasha gently rubbed his shoulder.

 

ā€œWe need to know why His Majesty’s health is deteriorating. If we don’t know why, we’d like to know how to make him better from now on.”

 

Natasha asked earnestly in a voice of sincere concern for Gillotti.

 

Hartz looked at them both and said.

 

ā€œDo you know the saying that if you use your powers for evil purposes, they will return like a curse?ā€

 

Gillotti’s and Natasha’s expressions hardened at Hartz’s words.

 

It was an unspoken discipline that one must use it for the greater good rather than justice, and for helping others rather than war.

 

It was not that the emperor didn’t know, he just pretended not to know.

 

It was all about killing a few people, and he wondered how great an aftermath it would bring back.

 

But, in the words of the prophet Hartz, all of Gillotti’s symptoms now are the repercussions of using his power in the wrong direction?

 

ā€œDon’t lie! This power is completely mine! How can you say that my power will harm me when I’m using it for my benefit!”

 

Ā “Why can’t you believe it? Aren’t the descendants of the kings who used different powers and perished right in front of you?”

 

“…!”

 

Gillotti’s mouth naturally froze in surprise.

 

It was as if Hartz’s words were saying that Gillotti’s future would be like that.

 

Gillotti’s hand, which was gripping the armrest, trembled.

 

‘No, it can’t be. I am the one who was chosen to be Emperor. What is wrong with an emperor who kills only fifteen people? No, I don’t think so.’

 

Gillotti felt like he was about to have another seizure.

 

The quick-witted Natasha stepped forward to quickly mediate between them.

 

Holding her big belly, she asked Hartz with a pitiful look on her face.

 

ā€œI understand why. Then we must also know how to alleviate this disease, mustn’t we? O great prophet, please help my emperor. Please don’t leave my child’s father in despair.ā€

 

She was indeed a rare sorceress.

 

With a round belly and moist eyes, Natasha’s pleading figure was just like a soft and beautiful woman who was worried about the sick husband.

 

Sadness and fear filled her reddened face.

 

Hartz was lucky that his hair covered his face.

 

Otherwise, he might have made an outrageous expression.

 

“Please, I beg you. Please don’t let His Majesty die. Never ……. for the sake of the poor people of Tanatos and the future of this child. Absolutely!”

 

Hartz’s throat tickled. He wanted to say, “Actually, for the sake of his poor people, it would be better for him to leave this world soon.”

 

However, he had to bite his tongue in his mouth to get a grip on his twitching lips.

 

The whole country knew all about what a mistake that stupid emperor had made.

 

Perhaps it was the people of Tanatos who know best of all.

 

The lives of the people, exhausted and impoverished in the mere months since the Empress disappeared from the land, were a wail itself.

 

Do the two really not know that the sighs that have accumulated throughout the country with nostalgia for the deceased Empress and the hopelessness of life to come are piling up like a mountain every day?

 

ā€˜They call this kind of thing karma in the far east.’

 

The accumulation of this karma was bound to eventually lead them to self-destruction.

 

ā€œHow…..ā€

 

Hartz closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

 

The image of Gillotti and Natasha passed before his darkened eyes once more.

 

All the paintings were scattered, as if shards of glass with engraved pictures had broken, but as time went on, the pieces were coming together.

 

Perhaps the Empress, or rather the former Empress was moving, and the imperfect future would be fully in place.

 

ā€œIt’s not perfect, but there is one possible way.ā€

 

ā€œWhat is it?”

 

Gillotti urgently asked.

 

Unlike the excited Gillotti, Hartz’s voice was gentler and more relaxed than ever.

 

ā€œThey say that collecting holy relics creates a special resonance. They said it’s God’s response. When they are gathered, they say you can make a special offering and pray for your wishes to be granted.”

 

Holy relics!

 

Holy relics imbued with divine carvings, like the descendants of those who had been endowed with extraordinary powers.

 

There were six holy relics at the beginning of time, but one was destroyed by the gods, and there were only five known to remain today.

 

One of them was the chain of protection held by Roselyn V Sunset.

 

ā€˜That evil woman!’

 

And it remained missing because of the clever Roselyn.

 

Gillotti was angry, his teeth chattering.

 

The woman was useless like a speck of dust anyway.

 

Natasha’s face also tightened as she realized why he was so furious.

 

ā€˜I should have robbed you of that holy relic beforehand!’

 

It was past time to regret it now. Gillotti’s head tingled with helplessness and frustration.

 

If the Empress was right in front of him, he would want to strangle her again.

 

ā€˜Oh, what should I do?’

 

Since even the most easily obtainable chain of protection was thus far away, it was going to be even more difficult to gather other holy relics.

 

ā€˜If the sickness continued to get worse………..’

 

Gillotti glanced once more at the prophet in front of him.

 

A beggar-like man whose authority and power have disappeared and function only as guardians of this power.

 

It was terrible and disgusting to think that would be his future.Ā 

 

Hartz spoke, not caring about Gillotti’s gaze.

 

Ā “If you’re curious about the location of the holy relics, I can tell you.”

 

Chapter 7. Natasha Roanti

 

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****

 

Hartz was worried about himself sticking around here, but he was more worried about Mana being alone.

 

Strangely enough, he was more worried about Mana than Hannah, who was much younger.

 

‘I’m sure he wouldn’t even snort for worrying about him, though.’

 

Hartz took a deep breath, thinking of Hannah and Mana.

 

Mana was right.

 

Who was he (Hartz) to worry for them when he himself was in prison?

 

Hartz mustered up the energy to fight the coming Death.

 

Emperor Tanatos, a violent and fierce being with a beautiful skin to spare.

 

The Emperor was never loved by his mother, and his father, a perfectionist, never gave him a single hug.

 

How could a child who has so much wealth and has not learned love and tolerance grow up to be undistorted?

 

He was the one who, in a moment of crisis, threw even what he held in his hands to the floor and stomped on it with his feet.

 

It was the woman who needed to be watched out for more than the Emperor. Natasha Roanti.

 

She has a face like a flower and a soul like a snake.

 

She was a woman who would do anything for the survival of herself and her child.

 

It wasn’t that it was very bad, but it was problematic, mainly because the woman’s methods were unjustified and insidious.

 

Tap.tap.

 

Hartz began to hear footsteps climbing the tower. It was definitely the sound of soldiers.

 

Hartz got up first before the soldiers came in.

 

He refused to be dragged under any circumstances.

 

As soon as the door suddenly opened, he spoke first.

 

ā€œI’ll go down on my feet. If you treat me roughly, I will tell you of your future disgrace; if you treat me politely, I will tell you of people you should be especially careful of.”

 

The momentum of the soldiers who had stiffened at his words came to a flinching halt.

 

Hartz calmly walked down between them.

 

No one held him like a sinner.

 

It was good to have the power of prophecy, Hartz thought with satisfaction once more.

 

****

 

Natasha stepped back, frowning slightly at the appearance of the shaggy man who had appeared with the soldiers.

 

His hair wasn’t gray, but with only a bushy beard and long hair covering his eyes, he looked like an old man, well over sixty.

 

Gillotti said that there wasn’t that much difference between Hartz’s age and his own.

 

It was only about a decade ago that Keton collapsed, and Hartz at that time had just graduated from the Academy.

 

If so, he would be only thirty-two years old at an estimate, but he looked much over forty in this way.

 

Was it because he was wearing rags?

 

She didn’t know what the man had to go through to look like that, but he was badly dressed.

 

Natasha clicked her tongue invisibly and hid behind Gillotti, who was at least ostensibly nice. Gillotti, who thought Natasha was afraid of the man, smiled in satisfaction and hugged Natasha’s shoulders tightly.

 

Hartz, blindfolded by his bangs, clicked his tongue soundlessly at their shameless appearance.

 

ā€œAre you Prophet Hartz?ā€

 

ā€œThe humble prophet is in the presence of the Emperor of Tanatos.ā€

 

Gillotti’s eyes wriggled with Hartz’s somewhat rude tone.

 

Although his country was destroyed, Hartz was still a legitimate Prince of a country, and if it had not been destroyed, Hartz would have been crowned king.

 

With that in mind, Gillotti, who had deliberately suppressed his anger, immediately spoke.

 

ā€œSince you said you have such an amazing talent, I’m sure you know already why your were caught.ā€

 

ā€˜Caught………’

 

Gillotti spoke arrogantly, completely unaware that Hartz willingly surrendered himself.

 

It was a coercive tone, as if he was being scolded if he didn’t answer his words properly.

 

Hartz didn’t reply, but stared at Gillotti and Natasha.

 

The high emperor’s position, and standing beside him, the woman’s shadow was short.

 

A faint image flashed before Hartz’s eyes.

 

Hertz slowly closed his eyes and looked back at the scene that had passed.

 

When he opened his eyes again, his voice was determined.

 

“I see the future, not the past, and if there is anything you wish to hear, please ask clearly.”

 

Just before Gillotti, who frowned, tried to spit out more harsh words, Natasha gently rubbed his shoulder.

 

ā€œWe need to know why His Majesty’s health is deteriorating. If we don’t know why, we’d like to know how to make him better from now on.”

 

Natasha asked earnestly in a voice of sincere concern for Gillotti.

 

Hartz looked at them both and said.

 

ā€œDo you know the saying that if you use your powers for evil purposes, they will return like a curse?ā€

 

Gillotti’s and Natasha’s expressions hardened at Hartz’s words.

 

It was an unspoken discipline that one must use it for the greater good rather than justice, and for helping others rather than war.

 

It was not that the emperor didn’t know, he just pretended not to know.

 

It was all about killing a few people, and he wondered how great an aftermath it would bring back.

 

But, in the words of the prophet Hartz, all of Gillotti’s symptoms now are the repercussions of using his power in the wrong direction?

 

ā€œDon’t lie! This power is completely mine! How can you say that my power will harm me when I’m using it for my benefit!”

 

Ā “Why can’t you believe it? Aren’t the descendants of the kings who used different powers and perished right in front of you?”

 

“…!”

 

Gillotti’s mouth naturally froze in surprise.

 

It was as if Hartz’s words were saying that Gillotti’s future would be like that.

 

Gillotti’s hand, which was gripping the armrest, trembled.

 

‘No, it can’t be. I am the one who was chosen to be Emperor. What is wrong with an emperor who kills only fifteen people? No, I don’t think so.’

 

Gillotti felt like he was about to have another seizure.

 

The quick-witted Natasha stepped forward to quickly mediate between them.

 

Holding her big belly, she asked Hartz with a pitiful look on her face.

 

ā€œI understand why. Then we must also know how to alleviate this disease, mustn’t we? O great prophet, please help my emperor. Please don’t leave my child’s father in despair.ā€

 

She was indeed a rare sorceress.

 

With a round belly and moist eyes, Natasha’s pleading figure was just like a soft and beautiful woman who was worried about the sick husband.

 

Sadness and fear filled her reddened face.

 

Hartz was lucky that his hair covered his face.

 

Otherwise, he might have made an outrageous expression.

 

“Please, I beg you. Please don’t let His Majesty die. Never ……. for the sake of the poor people of Tanatos and the future of this child. Absolutely!”

 

Hartz’s throat tickled. He wanted to say, “Actually, for the sake of his poor people, it would be better for him to leave this world soon.”

 

However, he had to bite his tongue in his mouth to get a grip on his twitching lips.

 

The whole country knew all about what a mistake that stupid emperor had made.

 

Perhaps it was the people of Tanatos who know best of all.

 

The lives of the people, exhausted and impoverished in the mere months since the Empress disappeared from the land, were a wail itself.

 

Do the two really not know that the sighs that have accumulated throughout the country with nostalgia for the deceased Empress and the hopelessness of life to come are piling up like a mountain every day?

 

ā€˜They call this kind of thing karma in the far east.’

 

The accumulation of this karma was bound to eventually lead them to self-destruction.

 

ā€œHow…..ā€

 

Hartz closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

 

The image of Gillotti and Natasha passed before his darkened eyes once more.

 

All the paintings were scattered, as if shards of glass with engraved pictures had broken, but as time went on, the pieces were coming together.

 

Perhaps the Empress, or rather the former Empress was moving, and the imperfect future would be fully in place.

 

ā€œIt’s not perfect, but there is one possible way.ā€

 

ā€œWhat is it?”

 

Gillotti urgently asked.

 

Unlike the excited Gillotti, Hartz’s voice was gentler and more relaxed than ever.

 

ā€œThey say that collecting holy relics creates a special resonance. They said it’s God’s response. When they are gathered, they say you can make a special offering and pray for your wishes to be granted.”

 

Holy relics!

 

Holy relics imbued with divine carvings, like the descendants of those who had been endowed with extraordinary powers.

 

There were six holy relics at the beginning of time, but one was destroyed by the gods, and there were only five known to remain today.

 

One of them was the chain of protection held by Roselyn V Sunset.

 

ā€˜That evil woman!’

 

And it remained missing because of the clever Roselyn.

 

Gillotti was angry, his teeth chattering.

 

The woman was useless like a speck of dust anyway.

 

Natasha’s face also tightened as she realized why he was so furious.

 

ā€˜I should have robbed you of that holy relic beforehand!’

 

It was past time to regret it now. Gillotti’s head tingled with helplessness and frustration.

 

If the Empress was right in front of him, he would want to strangle her again.

 

ā€˜Oh, what should I do?’

 

Since even the most easily obtainable chain of protection was thus far away, it was going to be even more difficult to gather other holy relics.

 

ā€˜If the sickness continued to get worse………..’

 

Gillotti glanced once more at the prophet in front of him.

 

A beggar-like man whose authority and power have disappeared and function only as guardians of this power.

 

It was terrible and disgusting to think that would be his future.Ā 

 

Hartz spoke, not caring about Gillotti’s gaze.

 

Ā “If you’re curious about the location of the holy relics, I can tell you.”

 

Chapter 8. The crying sound

 

****

Sponsored by Vina šŸ’– (¾)

****

 

Hartz was worried about himself sticking around here, but he was more worried about Mana being alone.

 

Strangely enough, he was more worried about Mana than Hannah, who was much younger.

 

‘I’m sure he wouldn’t even snort for worrying about him, though.’

 

Hartz took a deep breath, thinking of Hannah and Mana.

 

Mana was right.

 

Who was he (Hartz) to worry for them when he himself was in prison?

 

Hartz mustered up the energy to fight the coming Death.

 

Emperor Tanatos, a violent and fierce being with a beautiful skin to spare.

 

The Emperor was never loved by his mother, and his father, a perfectionist, never gave him a single hug.

 

How could a child who has so much wealth and has not learned love and tolerance grow up to be undistorted?

 

He was the one who, in a moment of crisis, threw even what he held in his hands to the floor and stomped on it with his feet.

 

It was the woman who needed to be watched out for more than the Emperor. Natasha Roanti.

 

She has a face like a flower and a soul like a snake.

 

She was a woman who would do anything for the survival of herself and her child.

 

It wasn’t that it was very bad, but it was problematic, mainly because the woman’s methods were unjustified and insidious.

 

Tap.tap.

 

Hartz began to hear footsteps climbing the tower. It was definitely the sound of soldiers.

 

Hartz got up first before the soldiers came in.

 

He refused to be dragged under any circumstances.

 

As soon as the door suddenly opened, he spoke first.

 

ā€œI’ll go down on my feet. If you treat me roughly, I will tell you of your future disgrace; if you treat me politely, I will tell you of people you should be especially careful of.”

 

The momentum of the soldiers who had stiffened at his words came to a flinching halt.

 

Hartz calmly walked down between them.

 

No one held him like a sinner.

 

It was good to have the power of prophecy, Hartz thought with satisfaction once more.

 

****

 

Natasha stepped back, frowning slightly at the appearance of the shaggy man who had appeared with the soldiers.

 

His hair wasn’t gray, but with only a bushy beard and long hair covering his eyes, he looked like an old man, well over sixty.

 

Gillotti said that there wasn’t that much difference between Hartz’s age and his own.

 

It was only about a decade ago that Keton collapsed, and Hartz at that time had just graduated from the Academy.

 

If so, he would be only thirty-two years old at an estimate, but he looked much over forty in this way.

 

Was it because he was wearing rags?

 

She didn’t know what the man had to go through to look like that, but he was badly dressed.

 

Natasha clicked her tongue invisibly and hid behind Gillotti, who was at least ostensibly nice. Gillotti, who thought Natasha was afraid of the man, smiled in satisfaction and hugged Natasha’s shoulders tightly.

 

Hartz, blindfolded by his bangs, clicked his tongue soundlessly at their shameless appearance.

 

ā€œAre you Prophet Hartz?ā€

 

ā€œThe humble prophet is in the presence of the Emperor of Tanatos.ā€

 

Gillotti’s eyes wriggled with Hartz’s somewhat rude tone.

 

Although his country was destroyed, Hartz was still a legitimate Prince of a country, and if it had not been destroyed, Hartz would have been crowned king.

 

With that in mind, Gillotti, who had deliberately suppressed his anger, immediately spoke.

 

ā€œSince you said you have such an amazing talent, I’m sure you know already why your were caught.ā€

 

ā€˜Caught………’

 

Gillotti spoke arrogantly, completely unaware that Hartz willingly surrendered himself.

 

It was a coercive tone, as if he was being scolded if he didn’t answer his words properly.

 

Hartz didn’t reply, but stared at Gillotti and Natasha.

 

The high emperor’s position, and standing beside him, the woman’s shadow was short.

 

A faint image flashed before Hartz’s eyes.

 

Hertz slowly closed his eyes and looked back at the scene that had passed.

 

When he opened his eyes again, his voice was determined.

 

“I see the future, not the past, and if there is anything you wish to hear, please ask clearly.”

 

Just before Gillotti, who frowned, tried to spit out more harsh words, Natasha gently rubbed his shoulder.

 

ā€œWe need to know why His Majesty’s health is deteriorating. If we don’t know why, we’d like to know how to make him better from now on.”

 

Natasha asked earnestly in a voice of sincere concern for Gillotti.

 

Hartz looked at them both and said.

 

ā€œDo you know the saying that if you use your powers for evil purposes, they will return like a curse?ā€

 

Gillotti’s and Natasha’s expressions hardened at Hartz’s words.

 

It was an unspoken discipline that one must use it for the greater good rather than justice, and for helping others rather than war.

 

It was not that the emperor didn’t know, he just pretended not to know.

 

It was all about killing a few people, and he wondered how great an aftermath it would bring back.

 

But, in the words of the prophet Hartz, all of Gillotti’s symptoms now are the repercussions of using his power in the wrong direction?

 

ā€œDon’t lie! This power is completely mine! How can you say that my power will harm me when I’m using it for my benefit!”

 

Ā “Why can’t you believe it? Aren’t the descendants of the kings who used different powers and perished right in front of you?”

 

“…!”

 

Gillotti’s mouth naturally froze in surprise.

 

It was as if Hartz’s words were saying that Gillotti’s future would be like that.

 

Gillotti’s hand, which was gripping the armrest, trembled.

 

‘No, it can’t be. I am the one who was chosen to be Emperor. What is wrong with an emperor who kills only fifteen people? No, I don’t think so.’

 

Gillotti felt like he was about to have another seizure.

 

The quick-witted Natasha stepped forward to quickly mediate between them.

 

Holding her big belly, she asked Hartz with a pitiful look on her face.

 

ā€œI understand why. Then we must also know how to alleviate this disease, mustn’t we? O great prophet, please help my emperor. Please don’t leave my child’s father in despair.ā€

 

She was indeed a rare sorceress.

 

With a round belly and moist eyes, Natasha’s pleading figure was just like a soft and beautiful woman who was worried about the sick husband.

 

Sadness and fear filled her reddened face.

 

Hartz was lucky that his hair covered his face.

 

Otherwise, he might have made an outrageous expression.

 

“Please, I beg you. Please don’t let His Majesty die. Never ……. for the sake of the poor people of Tanatos and the future of this child. Absolutely!”

 

Hartz’s throat tickled. He wanted to say, “Actually, for the sake of his poor people, it would be better for him to leave this world soon.”

 

However, he had to bite his tongue in his mouth to get a grip on his twitching lips.

 

The whole country knew all about what a mistake that stupid emperor had made.

 

Perhaps it was the people of Tanatos who know best of all.

 

The lives of the people, exhausted and impoverished in the mere months since the Empress disappeared from the land, were a wail itself.

 

Do the two really not know that the sighs that have accumulated throughout the country with nostalgia for the deceased Empress and the hopelessness of life to come are piling up like a mountain every day?

 

ā€˜They call this kind of thing karma in the far east.’

 

The accumulation of this karma was bound to eventually lead them to self-destruction.

 

ā€œHow…..ā€

 

Hartz closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

 

The image of Gillotti and Natasha passed before his darkened eyes once more.

 

All the paintings were scattered, as if shards of glass with engraved pictures had broken, but as time went on, the pieces were coming together.

 

Perhaps the Empress, or rather the former Empress was moving, and the imperfect future would be fully in place.

 

ā€œIt’s not perfect, but there is one possible way.ā€

 

ā€œWhat is it?”

 

Gillotti urgently asked.

 

Unlike the excited Gillotti, Hartz’s voice was gentler and more relaxed than ever.

 

ā€œThey say that collecting holy relics creates a special resonance. They said it’s God’s response. When they are gathered, they say you can make a special offering and pray for your wishes to be granted.”

 

Holy relics!

 

Holy relics imbued with divine carvings, like the descendants of those who had been endowed with extraordinary powers.

 

There were six holy relics at the beginning of time, but one was destroyed by the gods, and there were only five known to remain today.

 

One of them was the chain of protection held by Roselyn V Sunset.

 

ā€˜That evil woman!’

 

And it remained missing because of the clever Roselyn.

 

Gillotti was angry, his teeth chattering.

 

The woman was useless like a speck of dust anyway.

 

Natasha’s face also tightened as she realized why he was so furious.

 

ā€˜I should have robbed you of that holy relic beforehand!’

 

It was past time to regret it now. Gillotti’s head tingled with helplessness and frustration.

 

If the Empress was right in front of him, he would want to strangle her again.

 

ā€˜Oh, what should I do?’

 

Since even the most easily obtainable chain of protection was thus far away, it was going to be even more difficult to gather other holy relics.

 

ā€˜If the sickness continued to get worse………..’

 

Gillotti glanced once more at the prophet in front of him.

 

A beggar-like man whose authority and power have disappeared and function only as guardians of this power.

 

It was terrible and disgusting to think that would be his future.Ā 

 

Hartz spoke, not caring about Gillotti’s gaze.

 

Ā “If you’re curious about the location of the holy relics, I can tell you.”

 

Chapter 9. Are you throwing yourself away?

 

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Hartz was worried about himself sticking around here, but he was more worried about Mana being alone.

 

Strangely enough, he was more worried about Mana than Hannah, who was much younger.

 

‘I’m sure he wouldn’t even snort for worrying about him, though.’

 

Hartz took a deep breath, thinking of Hannah and Mana.

 

Mana was right.

 

Who was he (Hartz) to worry for them when he himself was in prison?

 

Hartz mustered up the energy to fight the coming Death.

 

Emperor Tanatos, a violent and fierce being with a beautiful skin to spare.

 

The Emperor was never loved by his mother, and his father, a perfectionist, never gave him a single hug.

 

How could a child who has so much wealth and has not learned love and tolerance grow up to be undistorted?

 

He was the one who, in a moment of crisis, threw even what he held in his hands to the floor and stomped on it with his feet.

 

It was the woman who needed to be watched out for more than the Emperor. Natasha Roanti.

 

She has a face like a flower and a soul like a snake.

 

She was a woman who would do anything for the survival of herself and her child.

 

It wasn’t that it was very bad, but it was problematic, mainly because the woman’s methods were unjustified and insidious.

 

Tap.tap.

 

Hartz began to hear footsteps climbing the tower. It was definitely the sound of soldiers.

 

Hartz got up first before the soldiers came in.

 

He refused to be dragged under any circumstances.

 

As soon as the door suddenly opened, he spoke first.

 

ā€œI’ll go down on my feet. If you treat me roughly, I will tell you of your future disgrace; if you treat me politely, I will tell you of people you should be especially careful of.”

 

The momentum of the soldiers who had stiffened at his words came to a flinching halt.

 

Hartz calmly walked down between them.

 

No one held him like a sinner.

 

It was good to have the power of prophecy, Hartz thought with satisfaction once more.

 

****

 

Natasha stepped back, frowning slightly at the appearance of the shaggy man who had appeared with the soldiers.

 

His hair wasn’t gray, but with only a bushy beard and long hair covering his eyes, he looked like an old man, well over sixty.

 

Gillotti said that there wasn’t that much difference between Hartz’s age and his own.

 

It was only about a decade ago that Keton collapsed, and Hartz at that time had just graduated from the Academy.

 

If so, he would be only thirty-two years old at an estimate, but he looked much over forty in this way.

 

Was it because he was wearing rags?

 

She didn’t know what the man had to go through to look like that, but he was badly dressed.

 

Natasha clicked her tongue invisibly and hid behind Gillotti, who was at least ostensibly nice. Gillotti, who thought Natasha was afraid of the man, smiled in satisfaction and hugged Natasha’s shoulders tightly.

 

Hartz, blindfolded by his bangs, clicked his tongue soundlessly at their shameless appearance.

 

ā€œAre you Prophet Hartz?ā€

 

ā€œThe humble prophet is in the presence of the Emperor of Tanatos.ā€

 

Gillotti’s eyes wriggled with Hartz’s somewhat rude tone.

 

Although his country was destroyed, Hartz was still a legitimate Prince of a country, and if it had not been destroyed, Hartz would have been crowned king.

 

With that in mind, Gillotti, who had deliberately suppressed his anger, immediately spoke.

 

ā€œSince you said you have such an amazing talent, I’m sure you know already why your were caught.ā€

 

ā€˜Caught………’

 

Gillotti spoke arrogantly, completely unaware that Hartz willingly surrendered himself.

 

It was a coercive tone, as if he was being scolded if he didn’t answer his words properly.

 

Hartz didn’t reply, but stared at Gillotti and Natasha.

 

The high emperor’s position, and standing beside him, the woman’s shadow was short.

 

A faint image flashed before Hartz’s eyes.

 

Hertz slowly closed his eyes and looked back at the scene that had passed.

 

When he opened his eyes again, his voice was determined.

 

“I see the future, not the past, and if there is anything you wish to hear, please ask clearly.”

 

Just before Gillotti, who frowned, tried to spit out more harsh words, Natasha gently rubbed his shoulder.

 

ā€œWe need to know why His Majesty’s health is deteriorating. If we don’t know why, we’d like to know how to make him better from now on.”

 

Natasha asked earnestly in a voice of sincere concern for Gillotti.

 

Hartz looked at them both and said.

 

ā€œDo you know the saying that if you use your powers for evil purposes, they will return like a curse?ā€

 

Gillotti’s and Natasha’s expressions hardened at Hartz’s words.

 

It was an unspoken discipline that one must use it for the greater good rather than justice, and for helping others rather than war.

 

It was not that the emperor didn’t know, he just pretended not to know.

 

It was all about killing a few people, and he wondered how great an aftermath it would bring back.

 

But, in the words of the prophet Hartz, all of Gillotti’s symptoms now are the repercussions of using his power in the wrong direction?

 

ā€œDon’t lie! This power is completely mine! How can you say that my power will harm me when I’m using it for my benefit!”

 

Ā “Why can’t you believe it? Aren’t the descendants of the kings who used different powers and perished right in front of you?”

 

“…!”

 

Gillotti’s mouth naturally froze in surprise.

 

It was as if Hartz’s words were saying that Gillotti’s future would be like that.

 

Gillotti’s hand, which was gripping the armrest, trembled.

 

‘No, it can’t be. I am the one who was chosen to be Emperor. What is wrong with an emperor who kills only fifteen people? No, I don’t think so.’

 

Gillotti felt like he was about to have another seizure.

 

The quick-witted Natasha stepped forward to quickly mediate between them.

 

Holding her big belly, she asked Hartz with a pitiful look on her face.

 

ā€œI understand why. Then we must also know how to alleviate this disease, mustn’t we? O great prophet, please help my emperor. Please don’t leave my child’s father in despair.ā€

 

She was indeed a rare sorceress.

 

With a round belly and moist eyes, Natasha’s pleading figure was just like a soft and beautiful woman who was worried about the sick husband.

 

Sadness and fear filled her reddened face.

 

Hartz was lucky that his hair covered his face.

 

Otherwise, he might have made an outrageous expression.

 

“Please, I beg you. Please don’t let His Majesty die. Never ……. for the sake of the poor people of Tanatos and the future of this child. Absolutely!”

 

Hartz’s throat tickled. He wanted to say, “Actually, for the sake of his poor people, it would be better for him to leave this world soon.”

 

However, he had to bite his tongue in his mouth to get a grip on his twitching lips.

 

The whole country knew all about what a mistake that stupid emperor had made.

 

Perhaps it was the people of Tanatos who know best of all.

 

The lives of the people, exhausted and impoverished in the mere months since the Empress disappeared from the land, were a wail itself.

 

Do the two really not know that the sighs that have accumulated throughout the country with nostalgia for the deceased Empress and the hopelessness of life to come are piling up like a mountain every day?

 

ā€˜They call this kind of thing karma in the far east.’

 

The accumulation of this karma was bound to eventually lead them to self-destruction.

 

ā€œHow…..ā€

 

Hartz closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

 

The image of Gillotti and Natasha passed before his darkened eyes once more.

 

All the paintings were scattered, as if shards of glass with engraved pictures had broken, but as time went on, the pieces were coming together.

 

Perhaps the Empress, or rather the former Empress was moving, and the imperfect future would be fully in place.

 

ā€œIt’s not perfect, but there is one possible way.ā€

 

ā€œWhat is it?”

 

Gillotti urgently asked.

 

Unlike the excited Gillotti, Hartz’s voice was gentler and more relaxed than ever.

 

ā€œThey say that collecting holy relics creates a special resonance. They said it’s God’s response. When they are gathered, they say you can make a special offering and pray for your wishes to be granted.”

 

Holy relics!

 

Holy relics imbued with divine carvings, like the descendants of those who had been endowed with extraordinary powers.

 

There were six holy relics at the beginning of time, but one was destroyed by the gods, and there were only five known to remain today.

 

One of them was the chain of protection held by Roselyn V Sunset.

 

ā€˜That evil woman!’

 

And it remained missing because of the clever Roselyn.

 

Gillotti was angry, his teeth chattering.

 

The woman was useless like a speck of dust anyway.

 

Natasha’s face also tightened as she realized why he was so furious.

 

ā€˜I should have robbed you of that holy relic beforehand!’

 

It was past time to regret it now. Gillotti’s head tingled with helplessness and frustration.

 

If the Empress was right in front of him, he would want to strangle her again.

 

ā€˜Oh, what should I do?’

 

Since even the most easily obtainable chain of protection was thus far away, it was going to be even more difficult to gather other holy relics.

 

ā€˜If the sickness continued to get worse………..’

 

Gillotti glanced once more at the prophet in front of him.

 

A beggar-like man whose authority and power have disappeared and function only as guardians of this power.

 

It was terrible and disgusting to think that would be his future.Ā 

 

Hartz spoke, not caring about Gillotti’s gaze.

 

Ā “If you’re curious about the location of the holy relics, I can tell you.”

 

Chapter 10. Why did this woman...?

 

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Hartz was worried about himself sticking around here, but he was more worried about Mana being alone.

 

Strangely enough, he was more worried about Mana than Hannah, who was much younger.

 

‘I’m sure he wouldn’t even snort for worrying about him, though.’

 

Hartz took a deep breath, thinking of Hannah and Mana.

 

Mana was right.

 

Who was he (Hartz) to worry for them when he himself was in prison?

 

Hartz mustered up the energy to fight the coming Death.

 

Emperor Tanatos, a violent and fierce being with a beautiful skin to spare.

 

The Emperor was never loved by his mother, and his father, a perfectionist, never gave him a single hug.

 

How could a child who has so much wealth and has not learned love and tolerance grow up to be undistorted?

 

He was the one who, in a moment of crisis, threw even what he held in his hands to the floor and stomped on it with his feet.

 

It was the woman who needed to be watched out for more than the Emperor. Natasha Roanti.

 

She has a face like a flower and a soul like a snake.

 

She was a woman who would do anything for the survival of herself and her child.

 

It wasn’t that it was very bad, but it was problematic, mainly because the woman’s methods were unjustified and insidious.

 

Tap.tap.

 

Hartz began to hear footsteps climbing the tower. It was definitely the sound of soldiers.

 

Hartz got up first before the soldiers came in.

 

He refused to be dragged under any circumstances.

 

As soon as the door suddenly opened, he spoke first.

 

ā€œI’ll go down on my feet. If you treat me roughly, I will tell you of your future disgrace; if you treat me politely, I will tell you of people you should be especially careful of.”

 

The momentum of the soldiers who had stiffened at his words came to a flinching halt.

 

Hartz calmly walked down between them.

 

No one held him like a sinner.

 

It was good to have the power of prophecy, Hartz thought with satisfaction once more.

 

****

 

Natasha stepped back, frowning slightly at the appearance of the shaggy man who had appeared with the soldiers.

 

His hair wasn’t gray, but with only a bushy beard and long hair covering his eyes, he looked like an old man, well over sixty.

 

Gillotti said that there wasn’t that much difference between Hartz’s age and his own.

 

It was only about a decade ago that Keton collapsed, and Hartz at that time had just graduated from the Academy.

 

If so, he would be only thirty-two years old at an estimate, but he looked much over forty in this way.

 

Was it because he was wearing rags?

 

She didn’t know what the man had to go through to look like that, but he was badly dressed.

 

Natasha clicked her tongue invisibly and hid behind Gillotti, who was at least ostensibly nice. Gillotti, who thought Natasha was afraid of the man, smiled in satisfaction and hugged Natasha’s shoulders tightly.

 

Hartz, blindfolded by his bangs, clicked his tongue soundlessly at their shameless appearance.

 

ā€œAre you Prophet Hartz?ā€

 

ā€œThe humble prophet is in the presence of the Emperor of Tanatos.ā€

 

Gillotti’s eyes wriggled with Hartz’s somewhat rude tone.

 

Although his country was destroyed, Hartz was still a legitimate Prince of a country, and if it had not been destroyed, Hartz would have been crowned king.

 

With that in mind, Gillotti, who had deliberately suppressed his anger, immediately spoke.

 

ā€œSince you said you have such an amazing talent, I’m sure you know already why your were caught.ā€

 

ā€˜Caught………’

 

Gillotti spoke arrogantly, completely unaware that Hartz willingly surrendered himself.

 

It was a coercive tone, as if he was being scolded if he didn’t answer his words properly.

 

Hartz didn’t reply, but stared at Gillotti and Natasha.

 

The high emperor’s position, and standing beside him, the woman’s shadow was short.

 

A faint image flashed before Hartz’s eyes.

 

Hertz slowly closed his eyes and looked back at the scene that had passed.

 

When he opened his eyes again, his voice was determined.

 

“I see the future, not the past, and if there is anything you wish to hear, please ask clearly.”

 

Just before Gillotti, who frowned, tried to spit out more harsh words, Natasha gently rubbed his shoulder.

 

ā€œWe need to know why His Majesty’s health is deteriorating. If we don’t know why, we’d like to know how to make him better from now on.”

 

Natasha asked earnestly in a voice of sincere concern for Gillotti.

 

Hartz looked at them both and said.

 

ā€œDo you know the saying that if you use your powers for evil purposes, they will return like a curse?ā€

 

Gillotti’s and Natasha’s expressions hardened at Hartz’s words.

 

It was an unspoken discipline that one must use it for the greater good rather than justice, and for helping others rather than war.

 

It was not that the emperor didn’t know, he just pretended not to know.

 

It was all about killing a few people, and he wondered how great an aftermath it would bring back.

 

But, in the words of the prophet Hartz, all of Gillotti’s symptoms now are the repercussions of using his power in the wrong direction?

 

ā€œDon’t lie! This power is completely mine! How can you say that my power will harm me when I’m using it for my benefit!”

 

Ā “Why can’t you believe it? Aren’t the descendants of the kings who used different powers and perished right in front of you?”

 

“…!”

 

Gillotti’s mouth naturally froze in surprise.

 

It was as if Hartz’s words were saying that Gillotti’s future would be like that.

 

Gillotti’s hand, which was gripping the armrest, trembled.

 

‘No, it can’t be. I am the one who was chosen to be Emperor. What is wrong with an emperor who kills only fifteen people? No, I don’t think so.’

 

Gillotti felt like he was about to have another seizure.

 

The quick-witted Natasha stepped forward to quickly mediate between them.

 

Holding her big belly, she asked Hartz with a pitiful look on her face.

 

ā€œI understand why. Then we must also know how to alleviate this disease, mustn’t we? O great prophet, please help my emperor. Please don’t leave my child’s father in despair.ā€

 

She was indeed a rare sorceress.

 

With a round belly and moist eyes, Natasha’s pleading figure was just like a soft and beautiful woman who was worried about the sick husband.

 

Sadness and fear filled her reddened face.

 

Hartz was lucky that his hair covered his face.

 

Otherwise, he might have made an outrageous expression.

 

“Please, I beg you. Please don’t let His Majesty die. Never ……. for the sake of the poor people of Tanatos and the future of this child. Absolutely!”

 

Hartz’s throat tickled. He wanted to say, “Actually, for the sake of his poor people, it would be better for him to leave this world soon.”

 

However, he had to bite his tongue in his mouth to get a grip on his twitching lips.

 

The whole country knew all about what a mistake that stupid emperor had made.

 

Perhaps it was the people of Tanatos who know best of all.

 

The lives of the people, exhausted and impoverished in the mere months since the Empress disappeared from the land, were a wail itself.

 

Do the two really not know that the sighs that have accumulated throughout the country with nostalgia for the deceased Empress and the hopelessness of life to come are piling up like a mountain every day?

 

ā€˜They call this kind of thing karma in the far east.’

 

The accumulation of this karma was bound to eventually lead them to self-destruction.

 

ā€œHow…..ā€

 

Hartz closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

 

The image of Gillotti and Natasha passed before his darkened eyes once more.

 

All the paintings were scattered, as if shards of glass with engraved pictures had broken, but as time went on, the pieces were coming together.

 

Perhaps the Empress, or rather the former Empress was moving, and the imperfect future would be fully in place.

 

ā€œIt’s not perfect, but there is one possible way.ā€

 

ā€œWhat is it?”

 

Gillotti urgently asked.

 

Unlike the excited Gillotti, Hartz’s voice was gentler and more relaxed than ever.

 

ā€œThey say that collecting holy relics creates a special resonance. They said it’s God’s response. When they are gathered, they say you can make a special offering and pray for your wishes to be granted.”

 

Holy relics!

 

Holy relics imbued with divine carvings, like the descendants of those who had been endowed with extraordinary powers.

 

There were six holy relics at the beginning of time, but one was destroyed by the gods, and there were only five known to remain today.

 

One of them was the chain of protection held by Roselyn V Sunset.

 

ā€˜That evil woman!’

 

And it remained missing because of the clever Roselyn.

 

Gillotti was angry, his teeth chattering.

 

The woman was useless like a speck of dust anyway.

 

Natasha’s face also tightened as she realized why he was so furious.

 

ā€˜I should have robbed you of that holy relic beforehand!’

 

It was past time to regret it now. Gillotti’s head tingled with helplessness and frustration.

 

If the Empress was right in front of him, he would want to strangle her again.

 

ā€˜Oh, what should I do?’

 

Since even the most easily obtainable chain of protection was thus far away, it was going to be even more difficult to gather other holy relics.

 

ā€˜If the sickness continued to get worse………..’

 

Gillotti glanced once more at the prophet in front of him.

 

A beggar-like man whose authority and power have disappeared and function only as guardians of this power.

 

It was terrible and disgusting to think that would be his future.Ā 

 

Hartz spoke, not caring about Gillotti’s gaze.

 

Ā “If you’re curious about the location of the holy relics, I can tell you.”

 

Chapter 11. Then bite if off and kill me

 

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Sponsored by Vina šŸ’– (¾)

****

 

Hartz was worried about himself sticking around here, but he was more worried about Mana being alone.

 

Strangely enough, he was more worried about Mana than Hannah, who was much younger.

 

‘I’m sure he wouldn’t even snort for worrying about him, though.’

 

Hartz took a deep breath, thinking of Hannah and Mana.

 

Mana was right.

 

Who was he (Hartz) to worry for them when he himself was in prison?

 

Hartz mustered up the energy to fight the coming Death.

 

Emperor Tanatos, a violent and fierce being with a beautiful skin to spare.

 

The Emperor was never loved by his mother, and his father, a perfectionist, never gave him a single hug.

 

How could a child who has so much wealth and has not learned love and tolerance grow up to be undistorted?

 

He was the one who, in a moment of crisis, threw even what he held in his hands to the floor and stomped on it with his feet.

 

It was the woman who needed to be watched out for more than the Emperor. Natasha Roanti.

 

She has a face like a flower and a soul like a snake.

 

She was a woman who would do anything for the survival of herself and her child.

 

It wasn’t that it was very bad, but it was problematic, mainly because the woman’s methods were unjustified and insidious.

 

Tap.tap.

 

Hartz began to hear footsteps climbing the tower. It was definitely the sound of soldiers.

 

Hartz got up first before the soldiers came in.

 

He refused to be dragged under any circumstances.

 

As soon as the door suddenly opened, he spoke first.

 

ā€œI’ll go down on my feet. If you treat me roughly, I will tell you of your future disgrace; if you treat me politely, I will tell you of people you should be especially careful of.”

 

The momentum of the soldiers who had stiffened at his words came to a flinching halt.

 

Hartz calmly walked down between them.

 

No one held him like a sinner.

 

It was good to have the power of prophecy, Hartz thought with satisfaction once more.

 

****

 

Natasha stepped back, frowning slightly at the appearance of the shaggy man who had appeared with the soldiers.

 

His hair wasn’t gray, but with only a bushy beard and long hair covering his eyes, he looked like an old man, well over sixty.

 

Gillotti said that there wasn’t that much difference between Hartz’s age and his own.

 

It was only about a decade ago that Keton collapsed, and Hartz at that time had just graduated from the Academy.

 

If so, he would be only thirty-two years old at an estimate, but he looked much over forty in this way.

 

Was it because he was wearing rags?

 

She didn’t know what the man had to go through to look like that, but he was badly dressed.

 

Natasha clicked her tongue invisibly and hid behind Gillotti, who was at least ostensibly nice. Gillotti, who thought Natasha was afraid of the man, smiled in satisfaction and hugged Natasha’s shoulders tightly.

 

Hartz, blindfolded by his bangs, clicked his tongue soundlessly at their shameless appearance.

 

ā€œAre you Prophet Hartz?ā€

 

ā€œThe humble prophet is in the presence of the Emperor of Tanatos.ā€

 

Gillotti’s eyes wriggled with Hartz’s somewhat rude tone.

 

Although his country was destroyed, Hartz was still a legitimate Prince of a country, and if it had not been destroyed, Hartz would have been crowned king.

 

With that in mind, Gillotti, who had deliberately suppressed his anger, immediately spoke.

 

ā€œSince you said you have such an amazing talent, I’m sure you know already why your were caught.ā€

 

ā€˜Caught………’

 

Gillotti spoke arrogantly, completely unaware that Hartz willingly surrendered himself.

 

It was a coercive tone, as if he was being scolded if he didn’t answer his words properly.

 

Hartz didn’t reply, but stared at Gillotti and Natasha.

 

The high emperor’s position, and standing beside him, the woman’s shadow was short.

 

A faint image flashed before Hartz’s eyes.

 

Hertz slowly closed his eyes and looked back at the scene that had passed.

 

When he opened his eyes again, his voice was determined.

 

“I see the future, not the past, and if there is anything you wish to hear, please ask clearly.”

 

Just before Gillotti, who frowned, tried to spit out more harsh words, Natasha gently rubbed his shoulder.

 

ā€œWe need to know why His Majesty’s health is deteriorating. If we don’t know why, we’d like to know how to make him better from now on.”

 

Natasha asked earnestly in a voice of sincere concern for Gillotti.

 

Hartz looked at them both and said.

 

ā€œDo you know the saying that if you use your powers for evil purposes, they will return like a curse?ā€

 

Gillotti’s and Natasha’s expressions hardened at Hartz’s words.

 

It was an unspoken discipline that one must use it for the greater good rather than justice, and for helping others rather than war.

 

It was not that the emperor didn’t know, he just pretended not to know.

 

It was all about killing a few people, and he wondered how great an aftermath it would bring back.

 

But, in the words of the prophet Hartz, all of Gillotti’s symptoms now are the repercussions of using his power in the wrong direction?

 

ā€œDon’t lie! This power is completely mine! How can you say that my power will harm me when I’m using it for my benefit!”

 

Ā “Why can’t you believe it? Aren’t the descendants of the kings who used different powers and perished right in front of you?”

 

“…!”

 

Gillotti’s mouth naturally froze in surprise.

 

It was as if Hartz’s words were saying that Gillotti’s future would be like that.

 

Gillotti’s hand, which was gripping the armrest, trembled.

 

‘No, it can’t be. I am the one who was chosen to be Emperor. What is wrong with an emperor who kills only fifteen people? No, I don’t think so.’

 

Gillotti felt like he was about to have another seizure.

 

The quick-witted Natasha stepped forward to quickly mediate between them.

 

Holding her big belly, she asked Hartz with a pitiful look on her face.

 

ā€œI understand why. Then we must also know how to alleviate this disease, mustn’t we? O great prophet, please help my emperor. Please don’t leave my child’s father in despair.ā€

 

She was indeed a rare sorceress.

 

With a round belly and moist eyes, Natasha’s pleading figure was just like a soft and beautiful woman who was worried about the sick husband.

 

Sadness and fear filled her reddened face.

 

Hartz was lucky that his hair covered his face.

 

Otherwise, he might have made an outrageous expression.

 

“Please, I beg you. Please don’t let His Majesty die. Never ……. for the sake of the poor people of Tanatos and the future of this child. Absolutely!”

 

Hartz’s throat tickled. He wanted to say, “Actually, for the sake of his poor people, it would be better for him to leave this world soon.”

 

However, he had to bite his tongue in his mouth to get a grip on his twitching lips.

 

The whole country knew all about what a mistake that stupid emperor had made.

 

Perhaps it was the people of Tanatos who know best of all.

 

The lives of the people, exhausted and impoverished in the mere months since the Empress disappeared from the land, were a wail itself.

 

Do the two really not know that the sighs that have accumulated throughout the country with nostalgia for the deceased Empress and the hopelessness of life to come are piling up like a mountain every day?

 

ā€˜They call this kind of thing karma in the far east.’

 

The accumulation of this karma was bound to eventually lead them to self-destruction.

 

ā€œHow…..ā€

 

Hartz closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

 

The image of Gillotti and Natasha passed before his darkened eyes once more.

 

All the paintings were scattered, as if shards of glass with engraved pictures had broken, but as time went on, the pieces were coming together.

 

Perhaps the Empress, or rather the former Empress was moving, and the imperfect future would be fully in place.

 

ā€œIt’s not perfect, but there is one possible way.ā€

 

ā€œWhat is it?”

 

Gillotti urgently asked.

 

Unlike the excited Gillotti, Hartz’s voice was gentler and more relaxed than ever.

 

ā€œThey say that collecting holy relics creates a special resonance. They said it’s God’s response. When they are gathered, they say you can make a special offering and pray for your wishes to be granted.”

 

Holy relics!

 

Holy relics imbued with divine carvings, like the descendants of those who had been endowed with extraordinary powers.

 

There were six holy relics at the beginning of time, but one was destroyed by the gods, and there were only five known to remain today.

 

One of them was the chain of protection held by Roselyn V Sunset.

 

ā€˜That evil woman!’

 

And it remained missing because of the clever Roselyn.

 

Gillotti was angry, his teeth chattering.

 

The woman was useless like a speck of dust anyway.

 

Natasha’s face also tightened as she realized why he was so furious.

 

ā€˜I should have robbed you of that holy relic beforehand!’

 

It was past time to regret it now. Gillotti’s head tingled with helplessness and frustration.

 

If the Empress was right in front of him, he would want to strangle her again.

 

ā€˜Oh, what should I do?’

 

Since even the most easily obtainable chain of protection was thus far away, it was going to be even more difficult to gather other holy relics.

 

ā€˜If the sickness continued to get worse………..’

 

Gillotti glanced once more at the prophet in front of him.

 

A beggar-like man whose authority and power have disappeared and function only as guardians of this power.

 

It was terrible and disgusting to think that would be his future.Ā 

 

Hartz spoke, not caring about Gillotti’s gaze.

 

Ā “If you’re curious about the location of the holy relics, I can tell you.”

 

Chapter 12. Ability to save

 

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Hartz was worried about himself sticking around here, but he was more worried about Mana being alone.

 

Strangely enough, he was more worried about Mana than Hannah, who was much younger.

 

‘I’m sure he wouldn’t even snort for worrying about him, though.’

 

Hartz took a deep breath, thinking of Hannah and Mana.

 

Mana was right.

 

Who was he (Hartz) to worry for them when he himself was in prison?

 

Hartz mustered up the energy to fight the coming Death.

 

Emperor Tanatos, a violent and fierce being with a beautiful skin to spare.

 

The Emperor was never loved by his mother, and his father, a perfectionist, never gave him a single hug.

 

How could a child who has so much wealth and has not learned love and tolerance grow up to be undistorted?

 

He was the one who, in a moment of crisis, threw even what he held in his hands to the floor and stomped on it with his feet.

 

It was the woman who needed to be watched out for more than the Emperor. Natasha Roanti.

 

She has a face like a flower and a soul like a snake.

 

She was a woman who would do anything for the survival of herself and her child.

 

It wasn’t that it was very bad, but it was problematic, mainly because the woman’s methods were unjustified and insidious.

 

Tap.tap.

 

Hartz began to hear footsteps climbing the tower. It was definitely the sound of soldiers.

 

Hartz got up first before the soldiers came in.

 

He refused to be dragged under any circumstances.

 

As soon as the door suddenly opened, he spoke first.

 

ā€œI’ll go down on my feet. If you treat me roughly, I will tell you of your future disgrace; if you treat me politely, I will tell you of people you should be especially careful of.”

 

The momentum of the soldiers who had stiffened at his words came to a flinching halt.

 

Hartz calmly walked down between them.

 

No one held him like a sinner.

 

It was good to have the power of prophecy, Hartz thought with satisfaction once more.

 

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Natasha stepped back, frowning slightly at the appearance of the shaggy man who had appeared with the soldiers.

 

His hair wasn’t gray, but with only a bushy beard and long hair covering his eyes, he looked like an old man, well over sixty.

 

Gillotti said that there wasn’t that much difference between Hartz’s age and his own.

 

It was only about a decade ago that Keton collapsed, and Hartz at that time had just graduated from the Academy.

 

If so, he would be only thirty-two years old at an estimate, but he looked much over forty in this way.

 

Was it because he was wearing rags?

 

She didn’t know what the man had to go through to look like that, but he was badly dressed.

 

Natasha clicked her tongue invisibly and hid behind Gillotti, who was at least ostensibly nice. Gillotti, who thought Natasha was afraid of the man, smiled in satisfaction and hugged Natasha’s shoulders tightly.

 

Hartz, blindfolded by his bangs, clicked his tongue soundlessly at their shameless appearance.

 

ā€œAre you Prophet Hartz?ā€

 

ā€œThe humble prophet is in the presence of the Emperor of Tanatos.ā€

 

Gillotti’s eyes wriggled with Hartz’s somewhat rude tone.

 

Although his country was destroyed, Hartz was still a legitimate Prince of a country, and if it had not been destroyed, Hartz would have been crowned king.

 

With that in mind, Gillotti, who had deliberately suppressed his anger, immediately spoke.

 

ā€œSince you said you have such an amazing talent, I’m sure you know already why your were caught.ā€

 

ā€˜Caught………’

 

Gillotti spoke arrogantly, completely unaware that Hartz willingly surrendered himself.

 

It was a coercive tone, as if he was being scolded if he didn’t answer his words properly.

 

Hartz didn’t reply, but stared at Gillotti and Natasha.

 

The high emperor’s position, and standing beside him, the woman’s shadow was short.

 

A faint image flashed before Hartz’s eyes.

 

Hertz slowly closed his eyes and looked back at the scene that had passed.

 

When he opened his eyes again, his voice was determined.

 

“I see the future, not the past, and if there is anything you wish to hear, please ask clearly.”

 

Just before Gillotti, who frowned, tried to spit out more harsh words, Natasha gently rubbed his shoulder.

 

ā€œWe need to know why His Majesty’s health is deteriorating. If we don’t know why, we’d like to know how to make him better from now on.”

 

Natasha asked earnestly in a voice of sincere concern for Gillotti.

 

Hartz looked at them both and said.

 

ā€œDo you know the saying that if you use your powers for evil purposes, they will return like a curse?ā€

 

Gillotti’s and Natasha’s expressions hardened at Hartz’s words.

 

It was an unspoken discipline that one must use it for the greater good rather than justice, and for helping others rather than war.

 

It was not that the emperor didn’t know, he just pretended not to know.

 

It was all about killing a few people, and he wondered how great an aftermath it would bring back.

 

But, in the words of the prophet Hartz, all of Gillotti’s symptoms now are the repercussions of using his power in the wrong direction?

 

ā€œDon’t lie! This power is completely mine! How can you say that my power will harm me when I’m using it for my benefit!”

 

Ā “Why can’t you believe it? Aren’t the descendants of the kings who used different powers and perished right in front of you?”

 

“…!”

 

Gillotti’s mouth naturally froze in surprise.

 

It was as if Hartz’s words were saying that Gillotti’s future would be like that.

 

Gillotti’s hand, which was gripping the armrest, trembled.

 

‘No, it can’t be. I am the one who was chosen to be Emperor. What is wrong with an emperor who kills only fifteen people? No, I don’t think so.’

 

Gillotti felt like he was about to have another seizure.

 

The quick-witted Natasha stepped forward to quickly mediate between them.

 

Holding her big belly, she asked Hartz with a pitiful look on her face.

 

ā€œI understand why. Then we must also know how to alleviate this disease, mustn’t we? O great prophet, please help my emperor. Please don’t leave my child’s father in despair.ā€

 

She was indeed a rare sorceress.

 

With a round belly and moist eyes, Natasha’s pleading figure was just like a soft and beautiful woman who was worried about the sick husband.

 

Sadness and fear filled her reddened face.

 

Hartz was lucky that his hair covered his face.

 

Otherwise, he might have made an outrageous expression.

 

“Please, I beg you. Please don’t let His Majesty die. Never ……. for the sake of the poor people of Tanatos and the future of this child. Absolutely!”

 

Hartz’s throat tickled. He wanted to say, “Actually, for the sake of his poor people, it would be better for him to leave this world soon.”

 

However, he had to bite his tongue in his mouth to get a grip on his twitching lips.

 

The whole country knew all about what a mistake that stupid emperor had made.

 

Perhaps it was the people of Tanatos who know best of all.

 

The lives of the people, exhausted and impoverished in the mere months since the Empress disappeared from the land, were a wail itself.

 

Do the two really not know that the sighs that have accumulated throughout the country with nostalgia for the deceased Empress and the hopelessness of life to come are piling up like a mountain every day?

 

ā€˜They call this kind of thing karma in the far east.’

 

The accumulation of this karma was bound to eventually lead them to self-destruction.

 

ā€œHow…..ā€

 

Hartz closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

 

The image of Gillotti and Natasha passed before his darkened eyes once more.

 

All the paintings were scattered, as if shards of glass with engraved pictures had broken, but as time went on, the pieces were coming together.

 

Perhaps the Empress, or rather the former Empress was moving, and the imperfect future would be fully in place.

 

ā€œIt’s not perfect, but there is one possible way.ā€

 

ā€œWhat is it?”

 

Gillotti urgently asked.

 

Unlike the excited Gillotti, Hartz’s voice was gentler and more relaxed than ever.

 

ā€œThey say that collecting holy relics creates a special resonance. They said it’s God’s response. When they are gathered, they say you can make a special offering and pray for your wishes to be granted.”

 

Holy relics!

 

Holy relics imbued with divine carvings, like the descendants of those who had been endowed with extraordinary powers.

 

There were six holy relics at the beginning of time, but one was destroyed by the gods, and there were only five known to remain today.

 

One of them was the chain of protection held by Roselyn V Sunset.

 

ā€˜That evil woman!’

 

And it remained missing because of the clever Roselyn.

 

Gillotti was angry, his teeth chattering.

 

The woman was useless like a speck of dust anyway.

 

Natasha’s face also tightened as she realized why he was so furious.

 

ā€˜I should have robbed you of that holy relic beforehand!’

 

It was past time to regret it now. Gillotti’s head tingled with helplessness and frustration.

 

If the Empress was right in front of him, he would want to strangle her again.

 

ā€˜Oh, what should I do?’

 

Since even the most easily obtainable chain of protection was thus far away, it was going to be even more difficult to gather other holy relics.

 

ā€˜If the sickness continued to get worse………..’

 

Gillotti glanced once more at the prophet in front of him.

 

A beggar-like man whose authority and power have disappeared and function only as guardians of this power.

 

It was terrible and disgusting to think that would be his future.Ā 

 

Hartz spoke, not caring about Gillotti’s gaze.

 

Ā “If you’re curious about the location of the holy relics, I can tell you.”

 

Chapter 13. The shadow she left behind