Emperor of Steel [EN]: Chapter 80

Blood Approval Ceremony

5. Blood Approval Ceremony

1

The Emperor sent assassins to raid Marquis Myers’s mansion!

The noble faction, upon hearing the news the morning after Hydra’s attack, were enraged and voiced their outrage.

“We were deceived by the Emperor!”

“That’s right! The dark clouds hanging over the Imperial Family are clearly a self-made drama by the Emperor or a trick to buy time to eliminate witnesses!”

“We must immediately resume the hearing and hold the Emperor accountable!”

Marquis Myers fueled the nobles’ agitation.

“After interrogating the assassins captured yesterday, it was revealed that they were the vice-master and executives of Hydra, the Imperial assassination organization. It is said that the one who directly ordered them was Lazuli, the son of Count Voltaire.”

If the son of Count Voltaire, the Emperor’s right-hand man, gave the order, it was clear that the Emperor was behind it.

“Hmm, then we can’t wait any longer.”

“That’s right. We must go to the Imperial Council immediately.”

When even Duke Butler and Marquis Cabanel agreed, the entire noble faction immediately headed to the Imperial Council.

They requested the resumption of the hearing from the chairman and, having achieved it, they intended to overwhelm the Emperor’s faction by submitting witnesses and evidence all at once before they could come up with countermeasures.

When Aslan, the son of Duke Perriad, the leader of the Holy Empire’s rebels, and the ledger of transactions between the Emperor and Duke Perriad were presented, the surprised Emperor’s faction could not properly respond.

Most of the Emperor’s faction nobles did not know that the witness would be Aslan. They had only guessed that he was a high-ranking noble from the Kingdom of Conrad.

“Wasn’t Aslan supposed to have died escaping Elbera?”

“That’s right. I heard he died after being attacked by pirates while sailing with Duke Perriad…”

The evidence could not be dismissed as forged.

The letters exchanged between Rudolf and his close aides with Duke Perriad, and the dwarven transaction ledger, had the clear seal of the Baroque Imperial Family.

This seal was magically enhanced and could not be forged.

“I will ask Prince Aslan. According to the presented evidence, the supported Gigantes [a type of large war machine] were 100 Hectors and 500 members of the Royal Knights disguised as Flying Dragons, is that correct?”

“I swear by the grace of Lord Elkasel, it is true. Moreover, the one who led the Royal Knights was Vice-Commander Count Ferrero.”

“Is that really true?”

“Yes, he used a pseudonym, but his identity and skills were obvious at a glance. Furthermore, he had a girl knight named Shirley as his assault captain. I found out in Nemesis that the current captain of the Royal Knights’ Iron Guard is named Shirley de Kyle.”

With Aslan’s continuous testimony, the Imperial Council became as noisy as a marketplace again.

Nevertheless, there were no nobles openly siding with the Emperor.

The witnesses and evidence were too clear.

The Emperor’s faction nobles, knowing that making excuses would only smear their own reputations, glared at Count Voltaire with flushed faces and muttered curses.

They were asking what he had been doing all this time without taking action.

Bang! Bang!

“It’s noisy! Everyone, be quiet!”

Marquis Albain shouted, banging the gavel, and only then did the nobles quiet down.

“Unfortunately, with this witness and evidence, it has been clearly revealed that His Majesty the Emperor dispatched the Royal Knights to the Holy Empire’s civil war without the consent of the Imperial Council. Is there anyone who objects?”

Marquis Albain looked around the hall, but no noble raised an objection.

Given the situation where there was even an assassination attempt on the witness, everyone knew that a clumsy rebuttal would not work.

“Count Voltaire, the Emperor’s representative, do you have anything to say?”

“…No. However, I hope that the council members will understand that His Majesty the Emperor did so for the future of the Empire.”

Marquis Albain, nodding at Voltaire’s answer, then asked Marquis Myers.

“I will ask Marquis Myers, representing the noble faction. How do you want to hold His Majesty the Emperor accountable for this matter?”

“Since His Majesty did so for the future of the Empire, I, as a subject, do not wish to severely oppress my lord. However, the intervention in the civil war was ultimately a failure. If it had been carried out with the consent of the Imperial Council, not by the Emperor or his close aides’ unilateral decision, the result might have been different.”

After pausing for a moment and giving a thin sneer towards Count Voltaire and the Emperor’s faction, Myers listed the demands he had in mind.

“In that regard, I request the following: First, the personnel management of the military should be entrusted to the Imperial Council! Second, the financial status and business operations of the Imperial Family should be audited by the Imperial Council! Finally, the changed tax and tariff laws should be returned to their original state! That is all.”

At Marquis Myers’s words, the noble faction, led by Duke Butler, sent thunderous applause and cheers, while the Emperor’s faction poured out curses and criticisms.

“How can there be such disloyal people!”

“Are you trying to make His Majesty a puppet!”

“In short, you’re saying the noble faction will do as they please!”

Some of the Emperor’s faction members jumped out of their seats as if they would rush at Marquis Myers, and a scuffle broke out with the noble faction members who were trying to stop them.

“Silence! Be quiet! The hearing is now adjourned, and we will proceed to a vote on the demands presented by Marquis Myers.”

At Chairman Albain’s decision, both sides, who had been grappling, returned to their seats and began to prepare for the vote.

Shortly after, the vote, conducted by a show of hands, ended in the defeat of the Emperor’s faction.

The composition ratio of the Imperial Council was 4 for the Emperor’s faction, 3 for the noble faction, and 3 for the neutral faction, with the direction of the neutral faction having a decisive impact on the vote.

Until now, the neutral faction had appropriately sided with either side, preventing either the Emperor’s faction or the noble faction from dominating, but this time was different.

The incident was clearly recognized as the Emperor’s fault.

“Since the majority voted in favor, I will finalize the approval of Marquis Myers’s demands. The formal approval will be held at this time tomorrow, so the Emperor’s representative should ensure this is conveyed.”

“…Understood.”

Count Voltaire nodded at Marquis Albain’s words and sighed.

The approval of the voted bill is done by the Emperor’s representative bringing the Imperial Seal to the Imperial Council and stamping it.

The problem was that the Emperor was unlikely to hand over the Imperial Seal willingly.

‘Perhaps I might die from being hit by the Imperial Seal that His Majesty throws.’

Thinking that, a sigh involuntarily escaped his lips.

He kept wondering why things had come to this point.

But the problem did not end there.

“It shouldn’t end with the approval of the bill. Tomorrow, His Majesty must personally appear before the Council and apologize for this incident!”

Voltaire, as well as Myers, who had been gleeful, widened their eyes and looked at the person who had just spoken.

It was Marquis Cabanel.

‘No, is that guy crazy!’

‘That young brat, why is he saying things he doesn’t need to say!’

To have the Emperor personally appear before the Council and apologize.

Wasn’t that a statement designed to completely undermine the Emperor’s dignity and face in a public setting?

“Marquis Cabanel, what nonsense is that!”

“Did you lose sight of everything because you won?”

The agitated Emperor’s faction members hurled insults and accusations, but Cabanel, unconcerned, raised his voice.

“Even if he is His Majesty the Emperor, I believe he should apologize for what he did wrong. I have no intention of serving a tyrant!”

“That’s right!”

“You spoke your mind clearly!”

The young, radical noble faction members agreed with his words.

Marquis Myers and Duke Butler could not help but be flustered by their uncoordinated actions.

They had already decided to oppose the Emperor, but it was not good to push the opponent too hard.

Anything should be done step by step, and if you skip the process and go to extremes, the end result is mutual destruction.

Therefore, Marquis Myers hurriedly tried to rectify the situation. He approached Count Voltaire and explained the situation.

“Marquis Cabanel’s statement is not the official position of our noble faction. So, I hope you don’t misunderstand.”

“Marquis Myers! What are you talking about!”

Cabanel protested, but Marquis Myers ignored him.

“Chairman, let’s adjourn for now.”

“Understood.”

“Look here, Marquis Myers!”

The chairman, also thinking that Cabanel’s statement was excessive, immediately banged the gavel and declared the adjournment.

And Cabanel and the young nobles, who were still causing a ruckus demanding the Emperor’s appearance, were dragged out by the Council guards.

‘That damn bastard!’

Myers knew Cabanel’s intentions.

His position within the noble faction was gradually narrowing, so he was trying to highlight himself in this way and gain support from the alienated young nobles to increase his power.

Cabanel’s selfish actions were of no benefit to the noble faction.

They were already prepared for civil war, but they had to hold the moral high ground.

Only then could they promote it as a revolution, not a rebellion.

But if they continued to corner the Emperor, they could be accused of treason rather than gaining the moral high ground.

‘Moreover, even if we only use the current political situation, we can sufficiently take over the national administration of the Empire. Weakening the power of the Baroque Imperial Family and achieving independence is not a dream either. But a reckless young brat almost ruined everything!’

Fortunately, thanks to his hasty rectification, Voltaire did not seem to be trying to use this issue as an excuse to plot something.

In fact, Voltaire was worried about how to report the outcome of this hearing to the Emperor, so he had no time to pay attention to Marquis Cabanel’s statement.

‘Anyway, I need to prepare for the next situation, right? I wonder how Rudolf will react.’

Feeling as much tension as anticipation, Myers decided to discuss with Duke Butler to establish concrete countermeasures.

He had a feeling that the final showdown would end with swords, not pens.

2

Emperor Rudolf, having failed to summon a demon, headed to the room where his children were being treated with heavy steps.

Empress Jacqueline, who had been taking care of her children all night and came out to greet the Emperor, and the first and second Empresses were shocked to see Rudolf, who looked as if he had aged ten years.

“Your Majesty, the ritual…?”

Unlike the Empresses, Empress Jacqueline had known from before that the Emperor had black mages under his command.

Naturally, she knew about last night’s demon summoning ritual and had been secretly expecting it.

But that expectation was shattered.

“I’m sorry, Empress.”

“Ahhh… Nooooo!”

In the shock of despair, the Empress collapsed and wept.

While the first and second Empresses comforted the Empress, Rudolf left them and entered the room.

The sickroom reeked of rotting corpses.

Although their flesh was rotting alive and they were pouring out blood and pus, the princes and princesses were still barely breathing, clinging to life.

“Everyone, leave.”

At Rudolf’s command, the priests and healers who had been examining the condition of the patients hurriedly left the sickroom.

There had been more than one or two who had lost their heads for displeasing the Emperor.

Moreover, the Emperor, who had entered with a sword in one hand, was exuding an ominous madness.

After everyone had fled as if running away, the Emperor looked at his children one by one.

“Oh, Nanda! Is this what you prophesied!”

He now seemed to understand the meaning of his words, that he should send his most precious treasures to a distant place, a place closer to God.

But the situation was already irreversible.

“Fath… Father?”

“Rian?”

Rudolf rushed to Rian, who was the only one who had regained consciousness.

Rian, whose face was more than half rotten, looked at his father with his only remaining eye.

Sensing his own fate, as well as that of his siblings, from his father’s haggard expression, Rian mustered his last strength to speak.

“No, no more… suffering.”

“Rian…”

“And… please… release us from this pain…”

At the Crown Prince’s words, Rudolf’s eyes turned red. Tears that had not flowed even when the previous Emperor and his mother had died flowed down his cheeks.

After kneeling in front of Rian for a while and sobbing, the Emperor wiped away his tears and stood up.

“I love you, my child.”

At those words, Rian nodded as if he understood.

The Emperor, adjusting his grip on his sword, swung it towards Rian, who had closed his eyes.

“Uaaaaaaah!”

Thud! Thud!

Rudolf’s sword pierced the hearts of the princes and princesses in turn, starting with Rian.

Hot tears fell onto the red blood that had pooled on the floor.

After the hearing and the vote on the bill, Count Voltaire hurriedly returned to the Imperial Palace.

It was to report to Rudolf what final decisions had been made by the Imperial Council.

Since the worst outcome had occurred, he was prepared to have his head cut off.

But that resolve evaporated before he even entered the annex.

It wasn’t that he had no loyalty to the Emperor, but he was fundamentally a person who sought power and wealth.

‘Let’s avoid the angry fire for now.’

So, Voltaire decided to send a substitute.

The substitute he chose was Shirley.

He had just spotted her patrolling the Imperial Palace, so he immediately passed the task on to her.

“Please deliver this to His Majesty.”

“What is this?”

“It’s the result of the hearing and the final decisions made by the Imperial Council.”

Shirley received the documents that Voltaire handed over with a sullen expression.

She couldn’t understand the complex bills written in the documents, but she could tell from Voltaire’s expression that it was a matter that could cost her head if she delivered it wrong.

“Ahem, then I’m busy, so I’ll be going…”

Shirley grabbed Voltaire’s arm as he tried to quickly escape.

“But, Chief Secretary. Lazuli oppa… I mean, the guild master hasn’t been seen, is something wrong?”

Lazuli had been frequenting the Imperial Palace like it was his own home recently.

But he hadn’t shown his face today.

That’s why Shirley asked, but Voltaire frowned and retorted curtly.

“I don’t know. Where that guy went, what happened to him.”

He had given Lazuli a final chance, but he had messed things up.

He had expected the noble faction to prepare, but he couldn’t understand how he had failed even after dragging out the time.

Moreover, weren’t the ones who carried it out the assassins of Hydra, who were called the strongest assassins?

So, Voltaire suspected that Lazuli had not simply run away because he had failed his mission, but that he had betrayed him and the Emperor and joined the noble faction.

“Sigh, the way things are going is a complete mess.”

Shirley sighed deeply, watching Voltaire disappear, grumbling.

She knew that the atmosphere in the Imperial Palace and the political situation in the Empire were unusual these days.

But she had never imagined things would turn out this badly.

“Seriously, why is my fate always like this? I even make regular offerings to the temple.”

Sighing at the negligent god of fate, Shirley handed the documents Voltaire had given her to a subordinate who was secretly smirking behind her.

“Sir Juan, please deliver this to His Majesty.”

“Huh? Me? I don’t want to.”

“What’s with the defiance? Are you disobeying an order? Do you want your skull cracked open! Huh?”

Shirley glared, stomping the ground with the halberd in her hand. Juan had no choice but to accept the documents.

Strength and rank were everything.

‘Damn it, just you wait. You half-breed dwarf bitch!’

Juan, determined to report her to his father, Marquis Magreb, and have her kicked out, headed to the detached palace where Emperor Rudolf was.

However, the atmosphere at the detached palace, which was used as a ward for the princes and princesses, was unusual.

The stench of rotting corpses was already strong here, but today, the smell of blood was even more intense.

Not only that, but there were also whimpers that sounded like the cries of ghosts.

“What’s going on?”

At the question from the captain of the Imperial Guard, who was guarding the detached palace, Juan swallowed hard and said,

“I have documents to deliver to His Majesty.”

He secretly hoped that the loyal captain of the Imperial Guard would deliver the documents to the Emperor on his behalf, but his expectations were disappointingly dashed.

“Hoo, you’ve come at the worst possible time. I pray you return alive.”

‘Ugh! This is insane!’

Pushed into the detached palace by the captain of the Imperial Guard, Juan cautiously walked down the hallway towards the ward.

The ward was at the end of a corridor that stretched for dozens of meters.

“Eek!”

He carefully opened the door and was horrified by the scene inside.

The princes and princesses were dead, their hearts pierced, and Empress Jacqueline was hanging from the ceiling, her tongue lolling out.

The imperial concubines were weeping, clutching their dead children.

‘S-so that’s why they told me to come back alive!’

Juan’s heart sank, and he tried to quickly retreat from the room.

Then, he noticed the Emperor sitting on the side, looking like he had lost his soul.

‘Y-Your Majesty?!’

Seeing the blood-stained sword in Rudolf’s hand, he could tell what had happened.

Having judged that it was impossible to revive his children, he must have taken their lives himself, and the Empress, in despair, must have committed suicide.

‘The Baroque Imperial Family, which once dominated the continent, has been completely shattered like this…!’

The Baroque Imperial Family, which was thought to be on the verge of consolidating the noble faction and unifying the Rhodisia continent beyond the Volga Republic and the Holy Artenia Empire, was collapsing from the roots due to a truly absurd event.

“What’s going on?”

Juan, who had been in a daze, was startled when Rudolf approached and spoke to him.

He was back to his usual cold and strict self, completely different from the man who had been lost in despair just moments ago.

“…I was ordered to deliver this to Your Majesty.”

Juan had an idea of what the documents contained, but he didn’t say anything.

Instead, he emphasized that he had been ordered, earnestly hoping that the Emperor wouldn’t lash out and take his head.

The Emperor, after silently examining the documents he had received, gave an order to Juan, who was sweating profusely.

“Tell the commander of the Imperial Knights. I will personally attend the Imperial Council tomorrow, so prepare for it.”

“Yes? Ah, I understand.”

Feeling relieved, Juan quickly left the ward.

After he left, the Emperor wiped the blood from his sword with a piece of cloth and muttered.

“If that’s what they want… I’ll give it to them.”

The Emperor’s bloodshot eyes were reflected on the cold, gleaming blade.

3

The next day, shocking news was delivered to the Imperial Council.

“The Emperor is coming here?”

“Yes, our spies witnessed him leaving the Imperial Palace.”

Marquis Myers looked bewildered at the report from his vassal, Baron Bajo.

He had received information from spies that the Imperial Knights had been moving busily yesterday.

However, he had thought it was to safely move the Imperial Seal, not because the Emperor was coming in person.

“Why on earth…”

“Hmph, isn’t it obvious? With the central army’s strength diminished due to the demons’ rampage, and politically cornered because of what happened in the Holy Empire, he’s trying to take charge and fix things himself.”

Cavanel, who approached Myers, said smugly, as if the Emperor’s appearance at the Imperial Council was his own doing.

“This is an opportunity to make the Emperor, who acts as he pleases relying only on his martial prowess, understand clearly. Who the foundation of this empire is, and…”

Marquis Myers ignored Marquis Cavanel, who was boasting and talking as he pleased, and approached Duke Butler.

Butler was also bewildered, having heard the news.

“Have you heard the news?”

“Yes, something feels off. I heard there was a major incident with the sick princes and princesses yesterday, is that why?”

Although the Imperial Family had not officially announced it, news that the princes and princesses who had contracted a strange disease had died was slowly spreading.

Some said it was divine punishment for touching the Holy Empire, while others said it was a curse from the demons or the Veritas Magic Tower.

In any case, it was clear that the Emperor’s state of mind had changed after experiencing a series of serious misfortunes.

Otherwise, there would be no reason for him to come to the Imperial Council.

“I think it would be best to leave.”

“Are you suggesting we run away?”

When Duke Butler, who was a warrior by nature, showed his displeasure, Marquis Myers persuaded him again.

“Even the lion, the king of the jungle, does not fight a bear that has lost its cubs. Your Grace is essential to our noble faction. Therefore, please think more about the future.”

“Hmm, I understand.”

Myers and Butler left the Imperial Council with their vassals.

Seeing this, some of the noble faction and some neutral faction members who felt something was amiss also left.

However, many noble faction members remained in their seats.

These were mostly small and medium-sized lords and young nobles, most of whom followed Marquis Cavanel.

“Hmph, they’re quick to tuck their tails when the Emperor comes.”

“They were so arrogant when they were showing off…”

While Cavanel was sneering at those who had left with their factions, a timid-looking, fat noble approached and cautiously spoke.

“Are you sure… it’ll be alright?”

“Alright? What do you mean?”

“It seems there’s been some trouble in the Imperial Family, what if the mad Emperor goes on a rampage in the council…”

“Hmph! Don’t you know the Emperor’s cunning? That rumor is just nonsense spread to gain sympathy. Besides, with the central army in shambles, would he try to turn the entire noble faction against him?”

Cavanel’s persuasive argument reassured the fat noble and others who were secretly anxious.

“If he tries to become such a tyrant, I will speak out until the end. That would be a noble death befitting a noble.”

At those words, everyone was impressed and praised Cavanel, saying he was just like his deceased father.

Marquis Cavanel smiled inwardly at their reaction.

‘Stupid old men. Running away because they’re afraid of a toothless dragon. Just you wait. I’ll take over the noble faction from now on.’

He imagined nobles, impressed by his dignified appearance before the Emperor, flocking to his banner.

The thought of solidifying his position made him smile.

‘But, the Emperor wouldn’t really go mad and rampage, would he? Even so, he wouldn’t do such a thing in the Imperial Council…’

Although he had spoken loudly in front of his followers, Cavanel couldn’t shake the anxiety in his heart.

While he was maintaining a facade of boldness, a commotion was heard outside the council.

‘Is the Emperor here?’

As everyone expected, a short while later, the Emperor entered the Imperial Council with only a few guards.

The Emperor, who entered the council receiving polite greetings from the Speaker, Marquis Albain, and the Emperor’s faction members, looked at the noble faction members who were greeting him with cold eyes.

‘What, he’s unarmed.’

Emperor Rudolf, who wasn’t even wearing a sword at his waist, was dressed in a black uniform and cloak, like mourning clothes.

His haggard appearance made him look like he was suffering from a serious illness.

Marquis Cavanel, feeling more confident at the Emperor’s appearance, approached him and spoke leisurely.

“Welcome, Your Majesty. Have you been well?”

“There have been many troubles. Some of them are your fault.”

“Our fault? Isn’t it all because of the things Your Majesty has done unilaterally?”

Rudolf did not respond to Cavanel’s words.

He carefully looked at the noble faction members and then spoke again.

“Myers and Butler are not here.”

“They have left. It seems they were afraid to meet Your Majesty.”

“Is that so? They’re detestable, but they made a wise decision.”

“W-what do you mean, Your Majesty? You’re talking as if you’re about to do something.”

Cavanel forced a thin smile, suppressing his rising anxiety.

However, that smile was completely erased by the immense murderous intent emanating from the Emperor.

“Yes, I will do something.”

Thud!

Rudolf approached Marquis Cavanel, who was staggering back, and delivered a vicious kick.

“Cough!”

“M-Marquis Cavanel!”

The noble faction members were shocked at the sight of Cavanel flying backward and rolling roughly on the floor.

However, they had no time to worry about Cavanel.

Because the Emperor had received a sword from his guard.

Whoosh!

Hyper aura surged from the Emperor’s sword in an instant, and then fell upon the bewildered noble faction members.

Clang!

“Kuaaak!”

“Heeik!”

The moment the sound of an explosion and blood splattered into the air, severed heads and bodies rolled on the floor.

The Emperor, who had turned into a beast, pointed at the noble faction members who were floundering and pissing themselves, and roared like a monster.

“You trash! Don’t leave a single one of them alive!”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

The Imperial Guard knights who had followed as escorts drew their swords.

The noble faction’s escort knights, who had been waiting on the side, rushed forward, but their skills were not enough to stop the Emperor and the Imperial Guard’s rampage.

“Heeik! Please spare me, Your Majesty!”

“T-the Emperor is mad… Kuaaak!”

Was this how a flock of sheep would be attacked by a lion?

The noble faction members scattered and fled in all directions due to Rudolf and the Imperial Guard’s indiscriminate slaughter.

Some members tried to escape the council hall, but the doors were already locked from the outside.

In the end, all the noble faction members were massacred, and it took less than ten minutes.

“H-how could this happen…!”

Marquis Albain and the Emperor’s faction nobles, who had witnessed the series of events, were in shock.

They had expected that the Emperor, who had been greatly shocked by the deaths of his children, might wield his sword.

No, they were almost certain of it.

However, they had thought he would only kill one or two members as an example and then arrest the rest, not that he would massacre them all.

“Heeeeeik!”

Cavanel, who had been knocked down by the Emperor earlier and was still unable to get up, turned pale when he saw the familiar noble’s head rolling in front of him.

His initial confident appearance was nowhere to be found.

The Emperor approached him and spoke calmly.

“What’s wrong, Marquis Cavanel? Weren’t you staying here because you weren’t afraid of me?”

“P-please spare me, Your Majesty!”

Cavanel, begging with his hands clasped together, prostrated himself before Rudolf.

No, not only that, he frantically kissed the Emperor’s blood-stained boots.

“I-if you spare me, I will do anything. If you tell me to give up my territory and all my wealth, I will give it all. And if you tell me to become a slave, I will!”

He had to beg somehow.

That was the only way to survive.

Cavanel had judged so, but his groveling behavior only made Rudolf more displeased.

“You trash, how dare you try to mock me? Did you think I was that pathetic!”

“Cough!”

The Emperor, not wanting to dirty his sword any further, kicked and stomped on Cavanel mercilessly.

“Kuaaak! Keek! Puhaaaak!”

He coughed up blood, and broken bones pierced through his muscles and skin.

He was a terrible sight, but Rudolf didn’t care.

No, rather, he continued to kick him with eyes filled with even more madness.

“P-please… Your Majesty. Mercy… Gurgle!”

In the end, Cavanel, who had become a lump of meat, slumped down.

He was still breathing, but it was not a life worth living.

Only then, as if he had vented his anger to some extent, did Rudolf look at the Emperor’s faction nobles, whose expressions were stiff.

He gave a growling order.

“Capture Myers and Butler immediately! I will wipe out the entire lineage of those who sided with the noble faction!”

On this day, when the Imperial Council was covered in a mist of blood, a civil war broke out in the Baroque Empire.

And the empire, which had enjoyed 500 years of glory, began to collapse.

Emperor of Steel [EN]

Emperor of Steel [EN]

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[English Translation] In the realm of dark magic, Shaymon stood unrivaled, mastering the deepest and most formidable arts. Yet, his unparalleled prowess became his undoing when he was wrongfully accused of being a Demon King and met a premature death. Defiant in his final moments, Shaymon's indomitable will propels him 500 years into the future, granting him a second chance at life. However, fate plays a cruel jest: he is reborn as the descendant of his former nemesis, the revered Sword Emperor. In this new era, where the legacies of magic and swordsmanship intertwine, Shaymon must navigate the intricate dynamics of his inherited lineage while confronting remnants of his past. Armed with ancient knowledge and a renewed purpose, he embarks on a journey to reclaim his destiny, challenging the very fabric of time and power. Dive into a tale of reincarnation, redemption, and the relentless pursuit of truth in "Emperor of Steel."

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