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CHAPTER 102 Imperial Palace Dungeon “It’s almost time for the shift change, so you need to hurry. If you’re late, we’re all in trouble.” “I’ll just deliver the medicine and come out quickly. Thank you so much, Ruth.” “No matter how you’re imprisoned as a criminal… one should repay their debt to Lady Bridgette.” Ruth, the guard on duty at the women’s dungeon, sighed lightly. Lady Bridgette, the head maid, had long been a generous benefactor to the orphanage where Ruth and his sister had grown up. She had helped many orphans, including Ruth’s siblings, find proper employment after reaching adulthood, providing both financial and personal support. It was unimaginable that Bridgette, who was renowned for her integrity and principles, would commit a grave crime and end up in prison. And the crime she had committed was an attempt to defame Arabelle, a candidate for the Empress position, who was soon to be crowned. She had reportedly tried to tarnish Arabelle’s honor to aid Grace, the niece o...

CHAPTER 101 The round eyes reflecting the Emperor glistened with moisture. As the large hands gently cupped Arabelle's cheeks, dew gathered at the corners of her half-closed eyes. In the palm of his hand, rough and scarred, he found peace in the small face that faintly smiled. With an indescribable sense of relief, Arabelle's eyelids slowly closed. The crimson eyes that had held Arabelle as she fell asleep once more now turned towards Espéral. The red eyes, unable to hide their anxiety, quivered slightly. Espéral, sensing the Emperor's unspoken worry, spoke quietly. “She’s fallen asleep due to exhaustion from battling the curse. There’s no need to worry greatly. The light of Arabelle we see now is very healthy and bright.” It wasn’t just the Emperor whose tense shoulders relaxed at Espéral's words. The Emperor’s knights and the elf Berel, who had been guarding them, all sighed in relief simultaneously. The Emperor, kneeling on the grass, extended his arms to lift Arabel...

CHAPTER 100 The Emperor stood facing Obiseut, gripping Sephelia in one hand and Musatre’s sword in the other. Obiseut’s face, filled with rage, was enough to silence the surrounding creatures with chills down their spines. “What do you want? Do you wish to save Ermeore’s light? It’s almost all spent; there’s nothing I can do.” “I know that much.” The Emperor glanced at the dimming spark of his eyes before returning his gaze to Obiseut. “Return your daughter, and stop absorbing Ermeore’s light. It’s so faint now, it’s like missing a sip of water for you.” At the Emperor’s demand, the Demon King and her daughter, along with Kaligo, looked at him simultaneously. Ignoring their shocked gazes, the Emperor laid out his terms. “If Ermeore’s light is completely consumed by you, the Demon King, she won’t be able to cross the river of the dead. Whether she goes to heaven, falls back to hell, or reincarnates, all chances for the dead will be lost.” It was unusual for someone like Arabelle or Erme...

CHAPTER 099 "It won't disappear, but Ermeore won't be able to cross the Aether River. She will have to return to the Underworld, you arrogant cat. Stupid thing, eating the food here. Keke." Sephelia, hanging from the Emperor's hand, giggled. Thinking she was now safe, she didn’t seem to care about being held by the Emperor. She merely stuck out her tongue, regretting she hadn't deceived him. Seeing him up close, she wanted him even more. He was incomparable to the river god. The rich scent of a male emanating from him made her mouth water. The calloused hand gripping her neck ignited a smoldering heat throughout her body. Hearing Sephelia's words, a furious growl rumbled from Kaligo’s throat. The sharp claws scratched against the rock in a desperate urge to rip apart her smirking lips. “All creatures here are my children, so I'll give you a choice.” Obiseut, with a motherly smile, began to speak. The Demon King felt deeply humiliated that the Emperor a...