Who Stole The Empress

ow could that be in your hands……!”

 

The necklace that Gillotti couldn’t find no matter how much he searched.

 

Could it be that the Empress gave it to Hans before she died?

 

At that moment, a small voice whispered like a song was heard from the quietly sunken banquet hall.

 

[Pure white winter, be the blessing of this country.

 

Flesh-slicing cold, be the weapon of this country.

 

We are your eternal followers, your small and fragile bloodline.

 

Cold, protect us.

 

God, take us away.]

 

Goosebumps stood on the nape of Gillotti’s neck at the familiar voice.

 

That voice that he couldn’t forget no matter how much he tried.

 

It was that voice that tormented him so many nights.

 

[The peace of Tanatos is a song of snow and ice and gods.

 

We will rest according to your will.
We will be punished according to your will.

 

So when we’re all strong] 

 

As if struck by lightning, they cleared the way for one who sang.

 

Those who recognized the voice at first glance looked at the owner of the voice as if possessed.

 

[…God, cold.
Winter.

 

Bless us so that we may rise in our own strength.]

 

Finally, the road was completely opened, and the one standing at the end was revealed.

 

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A figure wearing an opaque veil from head to toe.

 

The very unidentified fortune teller who was holding the hand of Tamon Krasis, Minister of Foreign Affairs of Amor.

 

She slowly pulled her veil down.

 

The veil that slid down from the head fell completely to the ground.

 

Vibrant purple eyes stared directly at Gillotti under her soft silver hair that reflected the light.

 

Some of the people opened their eyes as if fainting at her appearance.

 

“No, that’s absurd.”

 

Gillotti Tanatos was also trembling with his hands and feet.

 

He was so startled that he took a step back, dropping the sword he was holding.

 

Gillotti’s distorted face turned white as if he was facing a ghost in front of him.

 

“You’re dead.
You’re dead! Obviously I, myself, with my own hands…!”

 

Guillotti took turns looking at his trembling hands and Asha, who was approaching step by step.

 

“Yeah, you tried to kill me with those dirty hands.
But the God you’re talking about didn’t want me to die.”

 

Asha muttered coldly in an emotionless voice.

 

Fear and confusion lingered in Gillotti’s wide open eyes.

 

“No, you can’t be alive…can it?”

 

He personally tortured Roselyn.

 

He pulled out her fingernails and toenails, demanding her to tell him the whereabouts of the Sunset’s heirloom, and even wielded a water-soaked whip on her fragile back.

 

He broke her legs, scratched her cheeks, and even mocked her by holding her brother’s head.

 

He tried to annihilate both her body and mind.

 

He poured out the ugly and dirty destructive instincts that he had hidden inside him to the Empress.

 

 The more he poured out the dirt, the more he became cruel, and he threw her into the cold snow of the snowy mountains when the will to live was completely lost in the empress’s bright purple eyes.

 

Not even her corpse was left behind, and he left her pale corpse on the mountain, where many of the snow wolves were said to be.

 

She could not have survived.

 

She was a corpse that shouldn’t have been alive.

 

But, why?

 

How could she be alive?

 

“No, die! Die! Die!”

 

The emperor poured out his supernatural power in anger and confusion.

 

If that woman were really the former Empress, Gillotti’s death power would be able to defeat her.

 

“Haaa!”

 

Was it because he forcibly raised his power?

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Veins burst in Gillotti’s eyes and started bleeding.

 

Yet he didn’t stop.

 

Gillotti’s luscious golden hair was drenched in white, and his eyes were half-rounded.

 

Taking advantage of his carelessness, Perso picked up Anna and quickly retreated from Gillotti.

 

To Anna’s surprise, they hid behind the pole farthest from Gillotti.

 

“Ahhhh!!”

 

The power of death, which Gillotti poured out relentlessly, erupted throughout the banquet hall.

 

The disturbing force stretched out toward Hannah, Mana, and Hartz.

 

Hartz quickly whispered, hiding the children behind him.

 

“The Emperor has finally gone completely insane.
The power of death is running rampant.”

 

Mana hugged Hannah tightly from behind Hartz.

 

Hannah also hugged her sister tightly and slowly closed her eyes and opened them.

 

Was it because everyone was distracted?

 

No one noticed the strange power swirling around the little girl.

 

Even Mana, who was holding the child, was distracted to protect her younger sister from the power of death that ran rampant by hiding behind Hartz.

 

“Ahhhhhh!”

 

Someone suddenly rolled their eyes and fainted.

 

Someone fell to their knees, bleeding suddenly.

 

There were also people who were lying around clutching their stomachs.
It was because the power of death was raging.

 

“Stop the rampage!”

 

“Your Majesty, calm down…!”

 

“Evacuate everyone! Evacuation…… !”

 

Confusion, chaos engulfed the banquet hall.

 

Some of them, who were still in good condition, raced ahead and tried to run away, but even then, half of them were tripped over by the people in front of them who suddenly collapsed.

 

It was then.

 

“Only life can stop death.” (Tamon)

 

Tamon came closer to Asha, took a deep breath and muttered.

 

Asha and Tamon looked into each other’s eyes.
The only thing that stood in their eyes as they looked at each other was their kindness and trust.

 

“Can I go?” (Tamon) 

 

As Asha slowly nodded her head as if asking for a favor, Tamon smiled brightly and walked towards Gillotti.
(*Tamon has the power of life.)

 

(*Such a heart pumping chapter! More to come!)