Darkholm Translation

CHAPTER 090 Hundreds of moist yellow eyes embedded in each scale glistened. Urviseut’s long tongue made a lewd, slithering sound as her greedy eyes roved over every inch of the Emperor’s body. “Those who enter the underworld are given the right to pass through the nine gates to save a soul. So, stop your nonsense and step aside.” Emperor Maxwell, as if deeming her unworthy of a response, fixed his icy gaze on the largest eye embedded in her forehead. The nine gates of the underworld from myth. It was said that those who passed through the nine gates were granted the right to save a soul trapped in the underworld. ‘A “hope torture” crafted by the gods to mock human sorrow.’ That was what Maxwell had said when he studied the myth as a crown prince. According to the myth, only one human had ever passed through the nine gates. A father’s love led him to fight and defeat all the monsters in the nine chambers to save his beloved son’s soul. However, the man had to send his son back to the un...

CHAPTER 089 “Ermiore, you look really tired. How about you rest tonight? I'll stay here,” Arabelle suggested, worry evident in her expression as she watched Ermiore feed well water to a baby deer. Ermiore's pale face turned towards Arabelle with a faint smile and shook her head. “I'm fine. So many wild animals are injured… If we don't treat them now, they won't recover.” Unable to argue further, Arabelle looked at the numerous animals, big and small, waiting for their help. She had heard that a forest fire caused by human mistakes had engulfed the entire forest, leaving innocent wild animals homeless and lifeless. The animals that survived the fire had come to Arabelle and Ermiore with terrible burns or severe injuries from collapsing trees and rocks. Though they were tired, they couldn’t stop offering help. Initially, there were only about a dozen wild animals, but now there were so many that they crowded the dark forest, making the ground invisible. “Arabelle, it ...

CHAPTER 088 The moment the circular stone gate closed, the flapping wings of a soaring hawk froze in the sky. The hatching movements of a baby bird in its oak tree nest halted, and the cry of the white horse Cassius, mourning its vanished master, was no longer heard. Four knights stood around the stone gate like statues, their swords drawn. Half of the Ether River, which flowed toward the human world, appeared frozen, as if time had stopped. As the elf had said, the clock in the human world had stopped for five days. “Do you think the emperor will succeed?” “Well, it's uncertain. There hasn't been a hero in mythology who succeeded.” Hearing his master Esperal's response, Barrel's face darkened. Barrel, barely three hundred years old, equivalent to seventeen in elf years, had not lived through the horrific events that occurred millennia ago, but he knew them well. The adventure of the hero Musatr, who imprisoned the Great Demon King in the underground world after rebelli...

CHAPTER 087 Boom. “Ahhhh!” Bang, thud! The knights climbing the hill covered in thick green grass were soon thrown to the ground. They hadn’t even reached halfway up the hill, let alone the top. Sir Jacob, who had already failed four times, struggled to his feet and sprinted back up the hill. His sturdy legs, twice the size of an average man’s, wobbled and lost strength, causing him to slide back down. Lying on the muddy ground, out of energy, he panted heavily. Sir Peter, famous across the empire for his mountain-climbing skills, scurried up the hill like a nimble squirrel. However, he too tumbled down the hill like a falling leaf. Exhausted, he lay sprawled on the ground, unable to even catch his breath. The same fate befell Earl Corald, Sir Timothy, and Sir Derek. The relatively small hill mercilessly tossed aside the knights of Heltered, renowned not just in the empire but across the continent. “The hill seems tireless.” “It absorbs the energy of those trying to climb it, making it...

CHAPTER 086 "……Arabelle……Arabelle……." A voice filled with love fell on the closed eyelids. The sweet scent of hyacinths carried by a gentle breeze tickled her round nose. Long fingers tenderly tucked the hair that had fallen below her clear forehead behind her ear. She didn’t want to wake up from the comfort of the knee where she rested her head. “Arabelle, the sun is high. It's time to get up.” Arabelle shook her head slightly, pouting her lips as if she was being playful. A pleasant laugh echoed in her ears as the fingers gently flicked her forehead. “Ouch.” It didn’t hurt at all, but Arabelle put her hand on her forehead and slowly opened her eyes. Under the warm sunlight, seeing the face she loved, her round eyes curved into crescent moons. Like a puppy, she nuzzled her cheek against the hand caressing her smiling face. “When will my little girl grow up and fall in love with a handsome prince?” At her mother’s playful words, Arabelle shook her head again. “I want to l...