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Emperor in the broken world

This world is doomed. Our hope and our light had gone astray. However, I refuse to accept it. I will create a new legend from the ashes. Every race and every beings will unite under my iron rule.

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Chapter 18 Tears of blood and madness

Step*

The cleric looked around the queen's quarter with interest in his eyes. He heard the palace beautiful as the fairy tale, but seeing through his eyes made this whole better and he liked the interior of the palace.

Gorgeous art pieces lined with golden items, symbolize the great wealth of the kingdom. He could tell these items were all from different corners of the world since their styles of them were different. Even similar ones were slightly different from the others, making them unique pieces.

Also, he spotted the portrait of the queen who was smiling with the young king and standing among her people. She was truly loved by her people due to her kindness and compassion. She was the symbol of peace in this country, making her absolute in the heart of commoners.

However, even she had weaknesses. As a low ranking noble before her coronation, she was despised and shunned by the high-ranking nobles. Most of them viewed her as the dirt in the eyes, waiting to be dethroned from her seat, but her wit and mind were brilliant.

She led the dove faction in the palace, managing the internal affairs with great handling, thus making herself one of the greatest queens in history.

Creak*

The door was opened gently and the cleric saw the sleeping queen. Next to her bed, there was a handkerchief with an orchid on it. The cleric took the handkerchief as a souvenir and injected something to her.

The peaceful face of a queen crumbled as sweat formed on her forehead. Her breath quickened and she opened her eyes last time before losing consciousness.

" Why?"

A single word escaped from her mouth before she fell into a deep sleep. This time this sleep would slowly become eternal. Hence, there was no hope to save her.

" ..."

The cleric said nothing, turning his head back to the halls. It was time to get out of there since he had completed his mission.

The king would fall into madness and he would start a war that hadn't been seen in the last centuries. He didn't know what was the demon plotting, but he was sure that he could make it alive. In front of his great knowledge and resources, even the great demon would struggle to control him.

In the morning.

Crash*

" Kyaa!"

The maid shouted with fear, alerting the guard who was protecting the queen.

Open*

The guard barged through the door, seeing a queen who was in terrible shape. Her face was swollen and she was barely breathing.

" Summon the king! The queen has been poisoned. Seal the gates!"

The guard ordered the knights to shut the doors and bring the king. The knights ran out with their all might, alerting other personnel in the palace. The servants kept their breath as they watched their queen suffer with agony.

The pain of the queen made their hearts bleed with despair, making them shed tears for their queen.

Bang*

The door was destroyed from the outside as the highest leaders of the country came with haste. The king saw his queen, dying on the bed in agony, and cried out with anger.

" What is the meaning of this? Who did this? Jenna, wake up, my love!"

He cried despite the ministers standing next to him. His white hand reached out for his queen, but she was barely breathing. The dots from the poison were revealed in front of him, making him even madder.

" Cousin!"

He summoned his only trustworthy general next to him. The woman came next to him, kneeling on her knees while handing her head down with guilt.

Her heart was being torn apart by the mere sight of the queen whom she had known for a long time.

" Find the cure for her. Also, the culprit must be found after her recovery. I will personally tear him apart."

His eyes shed blood tears, scaring the ministers who were standing behind them. They saw the lunacy of the king for the first time. He was in no shape to rule the country, but no one dared to confront him, fearing he would behead them on the spot. The drums of war had started in this moment.