Darkholm Translation

CHAPTER 085 Maxwell the Emperor and Caligo locked eyes, their gazes meeting for an extended moment. Maxwell's unwavering red eyes pierced through the flickering glassy eyes of Caligo. The calm before a red volcano's eruption. Caligo, staring at the Emperor who was choking him, thought. The hand that will bring back Princess Ermiore's light is not my frail, thin hand, but this large, strong man's hand that easily grips my throat. That’s why he wanted the Emperor’s body. His own human body, now just skin and bones, wouldn’t even be able to pass through the door to the underworld, let alone enter it. He knew his time in this world was running out. The body of the half-human, half-beast that had endured a thousand years would soon rot and seep into the ground, becoming food for the demons of the underworld. Perhaps... It might be this man instead. Beyond the frozen red eyes, his desperation and determination surged like boiling lava. The Emperor truly loved Arabelle, who la...

CHAPTER 084 Count Corald’s story came to an end, but no one gathered at Innis Lake could speak. They believed they had no right to cry and lament the sacrifice of the small, delicate woman who loved the Emperor. The hot steam rising from Innis Lake seemed to enter their eyes, causing their shallowly trembling eyes to become damp. Occasionally, sobs escaped only to be swallowed back by fists covering their mouths. The silent gazes of everyone moved from the sleeping Arabelle to the Emperor holding her in his arms. The sight of the Emperor crying out while holding Arabelle, who had fallen onto the grass, was no longer there. The face under the moonlight, shadowed by the night, was chillingly calm. Unlike the twisted lips of the courtiers, trying to stifle their sobs, the Emperor’s lips remained tightly closed and unmoving. The white moon floating above Innis Lake shimmered in his red eyes. If not for the humid breeze stirring his black hair, he could have been mistaken for a statue, not ...

CHAPTER 083 The small gondola carrying the Emperor and Arabelle glided across Lake Glaches toward the coniferous forest on the opposite side of the imperial palace. Her clear eyes captured every detail of the Emperor, who was rowing while smiling warmly at her. Hiding her trembling hands under the blanket on her lap, Arabelle's eyes turned into crescent moons as she returned the Emperor's smile. Just yesterday, the late autumn sky had been overcast, but now it was dazzlingly clear, and the afternoon sunlight sparkled on Lake Glaches like jewels. It was a beautiful moment she would never forget. As she blinked to hold back the rising tears, the lush coniferous forest came into view. *** "We can see the boat." Four men on horseback, who had arrived at the forest via land, fixed their gaze on the approaching gondola. "Finally, tonight we can break His Majesty's curse." "Lady Arabelle was confident, so it will definitely happen." Sir Jacob and Sir ...

CHAPTER 082 “Please forgive my rudeness in requesting an audience at such a late hour.” “If you’ve come to see me at this hour, it must be urgent. Don’t worry, take a seat.” As Timothy entered the Emperor’s reception room and bowed his head in greeting, the Emperor drew a line of amusement on his lips and offered him a seat. When Timothy took a seat to the Emperor’s left, Jacob and Sir Peter also took seats to his right. “What of Count Corald?” “He remained in the mountains to confirm something. He will arrive in time for Your Majesty’s birthday the day after tomorrow.” Timothy answered the Emperor’s question and then took a thick book from inside his uniform jacket. He opened the book and placed two sheets of papyrus, tucked between the pages, onto the black ivory table in front of him. “Isn’t this the papyrus found in the underground storage?” The Emperor’s eyes, which had been reclining at an angle against the back of the chair, sparkled sharply. The two sheets of papyrus, are the o...