Darkholm Translation

CHAPTER 147 Clop, clop. The sound of two sets of hooves echoed quietly. The "Forest of Spirits" in Ecol Mountain. It had long been known as a place where unsanctified creatures from the Mythic Era hid. Even the merchants and bandits who traversed the Ecol Mountain range kept their distance from the forest. This was because while people had seen others enter the "Forest of Spirits," few had ever seen anyone come back out. Except for Count Corald, the monster hunter, that is. Count Corald and Tristini dismounted from their horses and surveyed the surroundings. It was past midnight, and the deep night had cast a blanket of stillness over the entire forest, as if it were asleep. Only the occasional hoot of an owl reminded them that there were still living beings in this place. The Count’s hands skillfully pushed aside the tangled vines and branches. When a narrow entrance finally revealed itself, the Count looked at his son. "From here on, you must not allow fear t...

CHAPTER 146 “Fools, kek, kek, kek. Did you really think I would bargain with such a trivial diamond?” Red blood dripped from the witch's fingernail down her finger. Before she could even finish her sentence, a sharp blade was placed against her throat. Vesilkia snorted at the Emperor, who had pointed his sword at her. “Go ahead, try to kill me. But if you do, don’t you want to know what will happen to your wife, with whom I’ve made a contract? Kek, kek, kek.” Even with the blade leaving a red mark on her skin, she showed no fear. “Your Majesty, the witch speaks the truth. If you harm her in an attempt to break the contract, the Empress will be in grave danger.” Count Corald urgently spoke as he approached the Emperor. He prided himself on his knowledge of witches... But it was arrogance. He knew that verbal contracts with witches held no power. Yet he had been momentarily distracted by the news of Crown Prince Luca’s survival. He had brought the witch here himself. And despite know...

CHAPTER 145 A heavy silence filled the Emperor's audience chamber. Everyone present seemed to have forgotten how to breathe, their eyes focused intently on a single point. The Emperor’s hand, resting silently as he watched his wife and the witch, tensed, revealing bulging veins. His grip on the hilt of his sword was ready, prepared to draw it at any moment. The instant the witch made a wrong move, her hand would no longer be attached to her arm but would be lying on the floor. Vesilchia extended her arm forward, turning her palm upward. Without hesitation, Arabelle placed both of her hands on top of the witch's. Vesilchia suppressed a smirk, forcing her lips into a tight line. She lowered her gaze, concealing her sinister expression. Gradually, a warm sensation began to spread from Arabelle's hands onto the witch's rough palms. “This is the light of Lumen Savior,” Vesilchia murmured in awe. It was incomparable to when she held Tristini’s hand. Arabelle's light seepe...

CHAPTER 144 The drawing room was blanketed in silence. Timothy glanced back and forth between his father and Besilia, his eyes wide with confusion. The two exchanged steady, emotionless stares, maintaining a tense atmosphere. It was Timothy who broke the silence first. “What do you mean by that?” “I mean that I know where His Imperial Majesty’s parents are, kuh kuh,” Besilia chuckled. Timothy asked the giggling witch, his voice trembling despite his efforts to keep it steady. People still believed that the black panther monster that invaded the imperial palace had killed Crown Prince Luca. It was also believed that the Crown Princess had been kidnapped by the monster. In reality, the destruction in the Crown Prince’s quarters within the palace had been caused by none other than Crown Prince Luca himself, cursed to become the black panther. And the Crown Princess had left the palace to follow her cursed husband. Timothy remembered his father muttering to himself not long ago, “Crown Pri...