Children of the Holy Emperor Chapter 151

§ 151. Eve (6)

[Calm down, son.]

A voice that resonates as if it were delivered directly to the head, not the ears.

“… Lord Sharon?”

Seongjin blinked his eyes.

Apparently, the person blocking his hand right now is in the form of Lord Sharon.

But those eyes staring down at him. These were not hers originally, but silver-grey eyes like those of someone Seongjin knew.

‘… uh?’

Before Seongjin even realized it, he was calling out to him.

“father?!”

Then Sir Sharon, or rather the Holy Emperor, opened his mouth again.

[It is not time yet. There is no need for you to go there now.]

The moment I heard those words.

Slowly, the inexplicable throbbing subsided and the auror that had been running wild in my arm calmed down.

The strangely expanded field of vision returns, and the spirit that was heightened and expanded disappears in an instant.

Now, before Seongjin’s eyes, there were no more twisted dimensional gaps or traces of the soul. Other than the sight of Isabella trembling as she looked at him.

‘… ‘What was it?’

The feeling of consciousness somehow becoming bigger and bigger.

I had the feeling that it was something very important that I couldn’t miss.

While I was trying to remember the feeling that had already disappeared with my dazed mind, the hand that was pressing down fell away, as if he had noticed that Seongjin’s arm had lost strength.

Seongjin once again looked up at this tall exorcist.

‘As expected, it’s Sir Sharon… … .’

Although she looked like the eccentric exorcist from the monster task force, the air surrounding her was clearly different from before.

A unique auror that is thoroughly controlled but also extremely natural.

Sir Sharon was not originally a person of low status, but his current Auror operation, which seems to have completely assimilated into those around him, is almost at the level of a Dekaron Knight. It was no wonder that Seongjin had no idea until he got this close.

And most of all, those eyes.

There can be no other person in this world with eyes like that.

This situation was not that unfamiliar to Seongjin. Didn’t you feel this way when the head of Arranger possessed Director Bruno not long ago?

[Heeeeeek!]

I’m sure it’s clear since I saw the demon bastard just screaming strangely and not being able to make a sound. It was clear that what was being written to Sir Sharon now was a success.

dump!

At that time, Isabella stumbled and fell to the floor. She seemed to have been greatly shocked by something, and her unfocused eyes were shaking aimlessly.

“… “I am.”

The exorcist, or rather Seonghwang, looked down at her with a cold gaze for a moment before opening his mouth.

[He just left.]

“That can’t be… … .”

Isabella, who was staring into space with a vain look on her face, immediately struck her violently.

“No way… does not exist. I am… The Demon King of Dreams… … .”

Before I knew it, tears were falling from my eyes.

“I am black! I’m just a human… Oh no… … .”

And Isabella soon broke down, unable to control herself, scraping the floor with her fingernails and breaking into tears.

The extremely heartbreaking cry of someone who has lost everything that supported their life in an instant, as if their five organs were being squeezed out.

Seongjin knew instinctively.

That Isabella, who used to run around the room with a basting pin on her arm, is no more.

“father.”

After making up his mind, Seongjin took a step forward and opened his mouth.

“Isabella is already Sigurd Sigurdsson’s complete doll. “He’s kicked out right now, but as long as the connection remains, you never know when he’ll come back here.”

[…] … .]

“An ego that has been eroded to that extent may not be able to be restored. “Even now that he’s gone, don’t you still believe that you are the Demon Lord of Dreams?”

Seongjin didn’t know how to disconnect the doll. I have no idea how Ricardo’s connection was lost.

And even if, just in case, there were a way to successfully break things off between him and Isabella, would that be a good thing?

Even Ricardo, who thought of himself as a mere helper, frequently suffers from confusion and seizures. Will Isabella, who has lost her sense of self, be able to endure the loss?

“Sigurt Sigurdson, he is an extremely dangerous man. “It’s obviously not good for Isabella, but here we have no choice.”

At those words, Isabella raised her head and looked at Seongjin. Blue-green eyes full of sadness and fear shake violently as if a storm is brewing.

Without turning away from that gaze, Seongjin finally spit out one last heavy word.

“… father. “We need to cut down the doll here and now before bigger problems arise!”

Then Seonghwang lowered his gaze and stared at Seongjin.

It was clearly something he said with the intention of criticizing or reprimanding, but unexpectedly, his gaze toward Seongjin contained a deep light of understanding.

[okay. Your judgment is reasonable.]

“then… … !”

Toouk.

Before Seongjin could say anything more, a hand came up to the top of his head.

And a soft sounding voice.

[I know very well that you will never hesitate to make a choice in the face of adversity.]

Tuk-tuk.

There was something about the light hand gesture of tapping my head that brought about a strange sense of relief.

Seongjin, who was standing there blankly, feeling like something was loose, realized that he had been putting a lot of effort on his whole body for no reason.

[But son, there is no need for you to be forced into that choice yet.]

“uh… … .”

[Sometimes, wouldn’t it be okay to leave that burden to someone else?]

Seonghwang patted Seongjin’s head a few more times as if to soothe him, then slowly approached Isabella.

[Your brother cooperated with him of his own will, but what about you?]

“I-I…” … .”

Isabella, who was lost in thought, was trembling and could not speak properly. Seonghwang looked down at her and sighed softly.

[…] I don’t know if it’s already too late, but I have to do what I have to do.]

And for a moment, Seongjin could not believe his eyes.

This is because Seonghwang, who pulled out Shotel like lightning, cut off the top of Isabella’s head with that sharp silver curved sword!

Phew!

“… … !?”

Sigh.

Isabella’s body fell back helplessly, spurting out a fountain of blood.

A huge amount of bleeding spreads out in concentric circles around her body.

Seongjin blinked at the shocking sight and looked at Seonghwang blankly.

“uh… … .”

what? I thought he was trying to stop me from cutting Isabella, but why did that guy suddenly… … ?

Surely, you should not carry the burden alone.

“Are you asking me to leave some of my father’s share when I seek revenge in the future?”

[…] … .]

Seonghwang looked at Seongjin with a strange expression for a moment and was about to open his mouth when Dasha rushed into the study and shouted.

“Sir, something seems strange! I said it was too easy, but these guys are watching this place from afar… “Whoa!”

As she was speechless and gaping at the sight of the miserable study filled with the smell of blood, Seonghwang slowly bent down and placed his hand on Isabella’s fallen head.

Immediately, a bright light burst out from the hand, and Isabella’s complexion, which had been as pale as a death, instantly brightened.

My complexion has completely returned and my breathing has become easier, so much so that strangers would think I was sleeping on the floor.

At that moment, a puzzle came together in Seongjin’s mind.

Ricardo was found without any wounds, with evidence of strangely excessive bleeding.

“Did Ricardo, by any chance, hit the same pot like this before?”

[…] … .]

That’s right, this guy.

‘Wait a minute, then is it possible that you broke the connection between the storyteller and Ricardo?’

Seongjin once again looked down at Isabella lying in a pool of blood.

An appearance that looks as if it has fallen into a deep sleep, and is probably now considered extremely harmless.

Did I mention that you don’t have to choose yet?

‘I see… … .’

Probably as long as this guy is in front of me.

I am.

At that time, Dasha, who was carefully looking out the window, whispered.

“The presence is getting closer, sir. We have to evacuate from here first, so hurry up. Driver, please follow me. Come on!”

Dasha probably wouldn’t have guessed that Sir Sharon would be a success.

“Oh, wait a minute. “I have something to leave here.”

“yes?”

In front of a puzzled Dasha, Seongjin smiled confidently and took out another medal from his arms.

* * *

“Dominic. There was an intruder in the townhouse. “Ricardo is seriously injured, and Isabella is currently unconscious.”

Scarzzapino’s home.

Dominico, who was busy working until dawn, nodded without taking his eyes off his documents despite the informant’s report.

“Right.”

They say they were already expecting it.

“Is it Milo Merchant Marine or the Dark Church?”

“well. I can’t be sure because I only saw it from afar. “It’s just that there was a sign of the Dark Church at the scene.”

Dominic glanced at the small medal presented by Olivier, his personal informant, and then buried his nose in the papers again with a disinterested attitude.

The day Prince Ricardo Minor collapsed in the garden.

After finishing cleaning up after the social gathering, Dominic led the entire security team that had been protecting him and entered the home.

As a result, the townhouse mansion had no choice but to become lax in security, but neither Ricardo nor Isabella said anything about the reduction in security personnel.

“I should contact Archduke Sigismund. “Isabella has fallen ill, and unfortunately she will not be able to attend this birthday party.”

“haha.”

Olivier laughed sarcastically, crossing his legs.

“It’s chilly. This is your brothers’ business, Dominic. “Aren’t you worried?”

At those words, cool-looking turquoise eyes glared at Olivier through his glasses.

“I told you, Olivier. “They haven’t been my siblings for a long time.”

* * *

The next day, morning.

When the urgent news arrived from the Scarzapino family at dawn, Orden felt a headache and rubbed his temples.

The story is that Isabella suddenly collapsed yesterday and cannot attend the birthday party.

It’s ridiculous that they threatened to become partners by sending signs of the Dark Church, but isn’t this just as infuriating as it is?

I don’t want to give it every single meaning, but Orden himself is a celebrity who enjoys the highest popularity in the capital.

However, he suddenly lost his partner and ended up attending the birthday party alone. What kind of disgrace is this!

“Well, don’t even popular men have days like this? “Cheer up, Orden.”

Leaving behind Herman’s soothing comfort, he received an unexpected call as he was preparing to attend the annual mass with a gloomy face. It was a summons from a saint who was said to be a small blessing from the main god.

When he arrived at St. Bastian’s Church, St. Sisley greeted him with Prince Logan.

“Prince, meet the saint.”

Orden bowed politely and briefly glanced at Prince Logan behind him.

A genius paladin who is considered the most promising swordsman in Delcross along with himself.

The clearly felt aura activity is similar to or slightly worse than that of Orden. Considering that she is a few years younger than him, it must be a phenomenal achievement.

But why? Every time I see him, I sometimes feel a vague fear that that might not be all.

I thought it was a clear, small lake, but when I went in, I felt like it was an ocean I couldn’t step on.

‘All the princes of the Seonghwang family have something unpleasant about them.’

Orden thought so, thinking of Prince Mores, who twitched his mouth in a spiteful way every time he looked at him.

But if he had known what Logan was thinking right now, he would have been upset.

‘You’re a rare young man these days. ‘It can only be said that his natural qualities as a prosecutor are truly innate.’

Logan was looking at Orden with quite a happy gaze.

‘Plus, he’s a serious friend who never talks nonsense. Indeed, he is a wonderful young man who seems to have portrayed the virtue of consistency in words and actions!’

If Seongjin knew, he would probably say, ‘That guy is just ignorant, you old man!’ It was a thought that would have made him irritated.

“Archduke Sigismund.”

A voice as clear as crystal was heard above Orden’s head as he bowed.

“I’m sorry for asking you to come here so suddenly. “If it’s okay with you, Confucius, may I ask you a favor?”

At those words, Orden raised his head and looked at the white and small princess in front of him.

Unlike Amelia, who tended to have a lot of expressions, she was a girl with few expressions, like a delicate doll.

‘Those eyes… … .’

Those gray, clear eyes that look exactly like Amel’s make the boundaries of one’s heart crumble without one’s knowledge.

He got down on one knee, made eye contact with the little princess, and answered.

“Yes, saint. “Please order.”

Herman, who was standing next to him, looked at him in surprise at the unusually soft voice.

“As you know, Grand Duke, today is my first birthday celebration. That’s why we need the help of someone as great as Confucius.”

Originally, the Orthodox Church planned to present Sisley at this birthday banquet where major figures from the continent gathered. However, unexpectedly, thanks to the recent appearance of a new saint, both saints were announced at the same time.

The problem was that Seo Yi-seo was not able to properly learn court etiquette, let alone dancing.

What a disgrace it would be to make a big mistake when the reputation of the empire is at stake. And doesn’t it even contain a bomb called Cadmus?

-I will escort her. I will keep my eyes on her and watch over her properly, keeping her in check. Because you never know when Cadmus will create an unexpected situation.

As the former strongest swordsman in the East and the youngest Sword Master, Logan said he felt a sense of responsibility to first control this troublesome variable.

-Then what about Sisley?

Amelia thought carefully about Seongjin’s question and then answered.

-Now that I think about it, I heard that there was an accident with Lady Scarzzapino… … .

As a result, Orden was suddenly called to the church.

“Archduke Sigismund. “Will you please be my partner at the Tanshin Yeon?”

When a small, white hand approached, Orden held it up and answered with sincerity.

“Being escorted by a saint would be the honor of my life.”

Of course, it was sincere.

If he served the saint with sincerity, Amel, who loved his younger siblings, might smile at him once again.

It was a bonus that Logan, who was standing behind him, nodded in satisfaction at that honest answer.

fantasy,