Chapter 100

On the third day after the Emperor’s death, Blanc officially announced the Emperor’s passing throughout the Empire, thereby assuming the position of acting successor to the throne.

To show that everything in the Empire now lay under his authority, Roen wore a cloak emblazoned with the imperial crest and made a circuit of the Imperial Palace and the capital’s main streets in a scaled-down version of the ceremony.

The ceremony normally took at least three days, but to fill the void left by the Emperor’s sudden death, they decided to complete it in a single day.

Since she had revealed herself as the hero, Vieta could not simply skip it. After showing her face briefly, she returned to the Imperial Palace. She, too, still had things to sort out.

Vieta arrived at a small temple inside the Imperial Palace.

The Emperor lay there. Only after the imperial physicians had confirmed his death and officially certified the cause could he finally be laid inside the tiny coffin.

When Vieta saw the Emperor’s cold face, with traces of suffering still etched across it, she felt a bitter taste in her mouth.

If only she could shout that she was glad he had died. But perhaps she had grown too softhearted after spending so much time with Blanc, or perhaps the memories of fighting magical beasts alongside him had finally stirred some sympathy in her.

“Goodbye, Uncle.”

Vieta placed the single flower she had brought at his feet. Words she wanted to say and resentment she had never been able to release had piled up like mountains, but what could she do to the dead? The rest was for the living...