Children of the Holy Emperor - Chapter 379



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379. Red (2)

A time when a giant demon species appeared and the world was in an uproar for a while due to rumors about it.

Secret and mysterious things were happening all over the continent that people were unaware of.

It may be trivial, but for those who encountered it, it was a definite turning point that could change their future course. It was a subtle movement that added to the cause and effect and the lack of cause and effect.

The coincidence first occurred in the palace.

“… What is this?”

Pearl Palace.

As Edith was tidying up the prince’s room, which was empty as usual, she found a small bead rolling around at her feet. It was the empty soul stone.

“Come to think of it, it seems like Prince Mores often carried this around with him… … .”

Edith had no idea how the prince’s belongings had ended up rolling around on the floor. But without thinking too much about it, she picked up the marbles.

“I’ll take it and ask the lord about it.”

There was no sense of danger in tampering with the prince’s belongings, because the person she was serving was not such an inflexible person.

It was the same in the past. Even though she had used the palace carriage without permission, Prince Mores had praised Edith greatly and even given her a large reward.

Thanks to this, I was able to earn enough money to eat and play for several years.

‘But I can’t take a break from work. I have to take care of Max, and it’s fun to play plate toss sometimes.’

Edith hummed and put the soul stone into her apron pocket.

* * *

Little coincidences have happened to every playwright.

“Mr. Sorbonne! This work is also a great hit! It is said that in the social circles of the Zodiac, re-watching ‘Ambrosia of the Head Tower’ has become a trend. You really have a god-given talent!”

As the opera house owner raised his voice in excitement, the playwright, who had keen ears, frowned.

“Enough with the empty words. What do you want from me now?”

“You say empty words, but I am completely sincere! More importantly, teacher, shouldn’t we start working on our next project soon? I will support you with whatever you need!”

“What? It’s only been a while since the premiere of the new work, and you’re already talking about the next one? Hey, theater owner. Aren’t you making a fool of the pain of creation?”

The theater owner stuttered, taken aback by her fierce opposition.

“Ah, but sir. ‘Ambrosia of the Head Tower’ is an old story that has been passed down from the Cypriot bards… … .”

“Oh, be quiet! If writing a four-act play based on one old song isn’t creative work, then what else in this world can be called creative work?”

The playwright, who had been responding nervously, suddenly raised both hands at the same speed. Then, he pointed to the left and right sides of the theater owner’s head with the same fingers and shouted angrily.

“Besides, I’ve told you many times that you should pay attention to your karma when you come to my mansion. If I were to see your crooked karma that upsets the balance of the world, even the inspiration for the work I’ve been looking for would run away in a shudder!”

“what……?”

She was a woman who made useless remarks.

But the theater owner suppressed his anger. At present, Ms. Sorbonne is the most famous star writer on Rue Bertrand. Any play with her name on it, even if it is written with her feet, will surely be a hit.

Aren’t the teacher’s personality flaws just the opposite of his brilliant genius?

“Now, just wait a moment, sir. I’ll fix my hair right away, so let’s talk a little more about our next project.”

While the theater owner ran to the mirror to make the karma exactly 5:5-

Thud!

Suddenly, a book fell to the floor with a dull noise.

“Oh, what’s this all of a sudden?”

Why did a book that was placed neatly fall to the floor when the wind didn’t even blow from somewhere?

The playwright quickly picked up the book and put it back on the shelf. Even seeing the symmetrical structure he had arranged for a moment was so unpleasant that it made his insides twist.

But then, in her eyes, the title of the book suddenly came into focus. It was a masterpiece of Ortonian romanticism, which had once been a literary trend on the continent.

‘[The Doll’s Song]… … .’

Well, this is a pretty good piece. With just a little bit of work on the structure and ending, it could be a pretty cool story with a lot of correlation.

“This time, how about adapting some classic literature? It’ll be completed much faster than if I were to create something entirely.”

At the playwright’s indifferent muttering, the opera house owner’s face lit up.

* * *

A young man who was hurrying along the road also encountered that small coincidence.

“We have finally arrived in Regina, Master Kenneth. If we just go to the Breez River and take a boat, we will be able to safely reach Cyprus.”

“Yeah. Thanks for your hard work.”

The young man was Kenneth Diggory, who was imprisoned on suspicion of harboring a demon, attempted murder of a junior colleague, and the murder of two servants.

Perhaps because of his grandfather’s great power, all of his crimes were eventually concluded to be accidental incidents caused by mental weakness.

Kenneth, who was released after paying a huge bail amount and receiving a greatly reduced sentence, was currently secretly fleeing to another region to avoid the eyes of imperial officials.

“But is that really okay? Cardinal Digory originally wanted you to go to peaceful Anatolia.”

“What can I do in the stronghold of the old landowners? I will go north. The wise man has always said that all the mysteries of the continent are concentrated in the wild and free north.”

The young man, whose eyes were dreamy for a moment, soon came to his senses and looked back at the attendant.

“But there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you. I’ve been seeing these flying around all over the streets. What on earth are they?”

Kenneth Diggory held a small leaflet in his hand.

“that……?”

“It suddenly blew in the wind and landed in my hand. It was as if the mystery of the world was willingly inviting me.”

The attendant squinted his eyes and examined the leaflet. It was a mimeographed piece of paper with crude handwriting, not proper type.

-The secret of the future told by the wise man.

The continent is about to face the terrible flames of hell! Listen! Only those who awaken will be able to open the shining gates of salvation!

The attendant nodded.

“Ah, it’s the story of the mad sage.”

“Wise man?”

Kenneth perked up his ears at the familiar nickname.

“Yes. He is a lunatic who has been claiming to have seen the hell prepared by God for many years. He is currently hiding from the Inquisitors and has settled near the Benso Marquisate. Judging by the fact that he is even distributing such fancy leaflets, he must have quite a large following now.”

hmm.

Kenneth Diggory stared at the flyer, lost in thought. And then, after a moment, an odd sound came out of his mouth.

“Look. The trip to Cyprus is on hold. Let’s go to the Marquisate of Benso first.”

“…yes?”

When the attendant was taken aback by the sudden turn of events, the young man smiled brightly, revealing his sharp teeth.

“Isn’t this the one who has been preparing for hell for a long time? How intense will be the intellect and exploration of such a person, and how close will he be to the mysteries of the world?”

* * *

Even the Asean Grand Duchy, located far from the zodiac, could not avoid such small coincidences.

“Isn’t this the first banquet you’ve attended in a long time? My lady… no, the first banquet you’ve attended since Your Majesty returned?”

The maids were busy chatting away, trying to cheer up the empress, who had a pouty expression on her face as if she was not feeling well.

“I heard that even the landowners of Anatolia will be attending in large numbers this time. When those villagers see Lady Lizabeth’s beautiful appearance, they will probably be so dazzled that they will lose their minds!”

“… … .”

Gyarrrrr… … .

The maids’ forced laughter grew heavier and heavier as the empress’s expression remained frozen without any change.

“But, Lady Lizabeth, your outfit today seems a little boring. The colors don’t match the savings ornaments you usually wear. Are there any other accessories that would go well with this?”

Thump thump.

One of the maids was searching through her jewel box when suddenly a small trinket rolled into her hand. It was a plain brooch decorated with a white crystal like a piece of ice, something I had never seen before.

“Oh my? There are all these things in the jewelry box? Lady Lizabeth! This seems just right!”

The maid happily pinned the brooch to her coat without permission. Then, belatedly, she noticed the pale expressions on the faces of the other maids and her eyes widened.

‘…ok?’

‘Hey! Hey! Stop it!’

‘Huh? Why?’

When the maid made a bewildered face, her colleagues silently moved their lips while making all sorts of expressions.

‘That’s, Lizabeth’s, trash.’

‘Trash… gasp!’

Empress Lisabeth’s trash.

These are things that roll around the room like trash, but if someone were to touch them, they would immediately strike.

The maid, who had belatedly realized the situation, looked back at the empress with her chin trembling, as if she expected an order to be given at any moment.

“… … .”

But surprisingly, Lisabeth didn’t say anything. She just turned her head as if she was annoyed and closed her eyes quietly.

The maid, who couldn’t decide whether to take the brooch off or leave it, hesitated for a moment and then just left.

* * *

The mansion located in the corner of Asean could not be a blind spot for coincidences that occurred simultaneously.

Cayenne, who had sent her confidant Rodrigo on an errand for the first time in a long time, received urgent information from his spirit a little while later.

“… caught by the guards?”

Why on earth?

After a long time of synthesizing the information that his soul occasionally transmitted, Kaien was finally able to roughly figure out the reason.

Rodrigo had apparently obtained a rare poison from the Black City under Cayenne’s instructions. However, on his way back, his pocket strap suddenly snapped, and the entire bottle of poison was strewn across the street.

But it seems that by chance it was caught by the eye of a passing security guard.

‘No, what is this? I must be unlucky. How can something like this happen?’

Rodrigo is currently the only soul that Cayenne has complete control over. So they need to somehow get him out of prison, but it’s going to be a headache trying to come up with a clever way to do it.

‘I’m completely screwed. What am I going to do now when Dad comes home?’

The boy, who had been pondering for a moment, looked around the chessboard, which had been gathering dust for a while, with a dull expression.

* * *

If someone you see every day suddenly starts catching your eye one day, you could also consider this a change brought about by a coincidence.

This was the case with Inquisitor Lumiere, the adjutant of the Knights of St. Marsyas. At some point, she was unable to take her eyes off the little saint who was awkwardly accompanying them.

“The order to rest has come from the vanguard. Halt your march and stand by for a moment!”

“atmosphere!”

“atmosphere!”

As one of the knights quickly reversed course and announced, Lumiere turned to the Inquisitors following behind and gave instructions.

“It’s just the right timing. Good. There’s nothing special planned right now, so everyone, just relax and enjoy yourselves.”

Then, Saint Sisley, who was nearby, nodded and lightly jumped down from her horse.

Although she was of the same rank as Inquisitor Lumiere as her adjutant, the saintess seemed to follow Lumiere’s orders thoroughly.

This was quite an unexpected result for Lumiere, who had expected a fierce fight with the young princess.

‘By the way, you don’t look tired at all.’

Lumiere was secretly impressed. Even in the midst of a forced march that would have made even the most experienced Inquisitors struggle, the girl was maintaining her posture without any disturbance.

A perfect creation of the Lord, as if sculpted from pure crystal.

As Inquisitor Lumiere stared blankly at the little saintess, she quickly walked towards the front of the procession. Then, as if they had made a promise, she ran into Prince Logan, who was approaching from the front.

As expected, the bloodline did not go anywhere, and he too was a prince with a neat and tidy appearance, just like the picture.

“Logan, brother.”

“Yes, Sisley. Would you like to pray with me during the intermission?”

“good.”

So the siblings gathered their hands together and closed their eyes in reverence.

“ah……!”

For a moment, Lumiere couldn’t help but doubt her own eyes.

Was it a simple illusion? For some reason, it seemed as if a divine halo was radiating from the two praying siblings.

“Lord, protect your children.”

“Please take care of my brother Mores so that he gets better soon.”

The calm mumbling of the siblings is heard.

Lumiere was somehow certain that if the Lord who looks down on all things were looking down on the lower world, then at least for this moment, he would surely be fixing his gaze on them alone!

Now the little saintess and Prince Logan were standing at the center of the world that was about to return.

‘No, what the hell am I thinking right now… … .’

Lumiere, who had come to her senses with a start, shook her head slightly.

Gyaruruk-!

Maybe it was my mood. For some reason, I thought I heard the innocent laughter of children next to my ears.