Darkholm Translation

CHAPTER 125 "We haven't even figured out how the experiment succeeded... and now we've lost both of the beasts...!" The Crown Prince of Kubul fumed, throwing a tantrum like a child. He couldn’t even shout loudly, fearful that his voice might carry beyond the walls. The manual for creating the beasts had been handed over to the Kubul royal family by King Bergen of Laicanoor as a symbol of their alliance. In return, Kubul had provided Laicanoor with the designs for the new weapon and cannon production, which had been stolen from Helterde. It was a symbol of the two kingdoms being in the same boat. Not just on the continent but even extending into the seas, the five island kingdoms had formed a secret alliance against Helterde, which was expanding its territories. To Laicanoor and Kubul, the other three kingdoms were merely tools for territorial expansion. After taking control of Helterde’s southwestern region, those three kingdoms were destined to be absorbed by Laicano...

CHAPTER 124 The body lying on the grass, soaking it in dark red blood, was not a beast. It was one of the members of the Semper National Troupe who had just moments ago captivated the attention of the women. He was a young man, said to be gentle, and once a fisherman in Kubul. "The beast that died... turned into a human!" A shout came from the entrance of the garden from the unit commander. Following the Emperor’s orders to concentrate on flanking attacks, the soldiers successfully subdued the second beast. It was another moment that demonstrated the supreme combat prowess of the Helterd Empire. Emperor Maxwell was not just a warrior; he was a strategist who shone brightest in moments of chaos. On the battlefield, no one could match him in strength, nor could anyone outthink him. The soldiers had immense trust and faith in their Emperor, forged through life-and-death battles. Even in the chaos of tonight’s events, they were able to regain their composure quickly because of hi...

CHAPTER 123 The terror in the darkness stripped people of their sanity. At first, they thought it was just a scene from the puppet show. The monster's roar and the actor's desperate scream that struck their ears in the pitch black seemed staged. It was so unreal that their minds froze. But soon, the sound of the stage collapsing and the thick scent of blood vibrating through the air made them realize it was all real. Roar! Even in the safety of the Emperor's arms, Arabelle could hear the beast's cry. No longer did the sound come from the stage; it was so vivid, it felt like it was coming from right on the dining table. In an instant, the Emperor, who was holding Arabelle, reached out an arm to the table. He grabbed something quickly and swung it diagonally. Bang. Thud. With the dull sound of a heavy blow, Yelp! The sharp cry of a beast was heard. It seemed to have been struck in a vital spot, as the sound of its four legs scrambling away grew distant. "Fire the fla...

CHAPTER 122 The raspberry sorbet melted softly on Arabelle's tongue, disappearing as quickly as it had come. Her wide eyes grew even larger, round like a full moon. A burst of sweet and tart flavors exploded in her mouth. Just as her pink lips were about to let out an exclamation of delight, Arabelle caught sight of Baroness Rosalind watching her intently. Baroness Rosalind gave the slightest shake of her head, so subtle that no one else noticed. Arabelle’s lips, which had begun to part, closed quietly. Looking around, she noticed that everyone else was eating their dessert with indifferent expressions. Arabelle tried her best to compose her features into the practiced expression of "imperial dignity" that she had worked on throughout her Empress training. Yet her hand, holding the dessert spoon, moved faster than ever. In her focus on the disappearing sorbet, Arabelle didn’t notice the smile creeping onto Baroness Rosalind’s face. In a blink, the raspberry sorbet was gon...