Sigrid Novel Chapter 156

Beramund said as they passed each other on the way to the Imperial Guard's quarters. Sigrid hesitated but lifted her head defiantly.

"What do you an?"

"That he wouldn't be pleased."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"......"

Beramund said nothing and just looked at her. Clean-shaven and in uniform, Beramund had returned to his original appearance.

The image of a person with no connection to her whatsoever.

Beramund brushed past her, hitting her shoulder.

Sigrid glanced back at him before continuing on her way.

Her steps felt too heavy. And she was so tired. Why? Even though she had rested enough, she felt exhausted.

While Sigrid was returning to the Imperial Guard's quarters, the Emperor was venting his anger.

Crash—!

Expensive porcelain shattered loudly. The Emperor, having swept expensive ceramics and glass vases off his desk, was breathing heavily.

Even this old body was angry.

"How about considering that fools are easier to handle?"

Hearing the voice from behind, Emperor Yuri turned and glared at Arkana.

"There's a limit to stupidity! That lowborn wench with an empty head—!"

Despite his words spraying saliva, Arkana's expression remained unchanged. The Emperor sat down heavily on the sofa, still fuming.

"So, how are things progressing?"

"We need more lives."

"Ah, yes. Is it ti to sweep away the slums?"

"But it won't be easy."

At Arkana's words, Emperor Yuri smiled coldly. He caressed the armrest's ornant and said,

"Just use that woman. Countess Sigrid Ankertna, the only knight I trust."

"Even though you don't trust anyone."

At Arkana's words, Emperor Yuri burst out laughing.

"But she doesn't know that. She doesn't even ask why I do such things. If I tell her it's a difficult task that I want to entrust only to her, she'll accept it eagerly."

"I see."

Arkana nodded. Emperor Yuri stroked his beard and asked,

"By the way."

"Yes."

"Is it not possible for

to transfer into Awen's body?"

"You an the Prince's body?"

"Yes, that's why I had the child born on purpose. I've thought about various options. It would be good to keep this body young, but if I could transfer to a child's body, wouldn't that be fine too? Rudinal and Serios seem too grown up. Hmm— what do you think of my theory?"

"It's a new theory. But it would take too long to prepare and research anew."

"Ah, I see. Well, we can always have more children. In any case, human bodies have their limits."

"I'll think about it."

"Yes, yes. I'll arrange for those lives as quickly as possible."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

After saying this, Arkana left the room. As soon as he erged from the secret passage, Bibi clung to him.

"How did it go?"

"He agreed to arrange it."

"Aha—"

She grinned. Arkana smiled coldly and said,

"Humans truly co up with astonishing ideas."

"What do you an?"

"He said he wants to transfer his soul into his son's body."

At those words, Bibi's eyes widened, and then she chuckled.

"Greed is truly remarkable~"

"Yes, it is. What about Adolf?"

"He went to the slums for a final check on the magic circuits."

"Once this is over, the Empire will be ours."

"That's right. And then—"

They planned to sweep away the Ice Tower. They intended to kill every single magician there, leaving none alive. Until blood overflowed from every part of the tower.

"But they're fellow magicians......"

Bibi hesitated, but when Arkana raised an eyebrow, she quickly lowered her head and said,

"No, do as you wish, Arkana."

"Good girl—"

As Arkana stroked her head, Bibi trembled. It would be a lie to say she wasn't afraid of the man before her.

Arkana slowly stroked her head, lost in thought.

There was another reason for targeting the Ice Tower.

'To turn back ti, or to revive the dead.'

Surely there must be research materials sowhere. At least so clues.

He had to reclaim what was lost.

Even after making those who killed his parents and Seria beg for death, sohow things hadn't returned to normal.

Food still had no taste, no fragrance, everything in sight was ashen, and every breath felt like inhaling sand. Sleep, sex drive, appetite. None of the three functioned properly.

Isn't it surprising that there's no joy at all in living like this, doing everything he wants?

Even after killing so many, why does he still feel subrged?

If so, he had to take back what was his.

Everything.

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Lowengrin was leisurely writing in her journal. Even in the 2nd Knight Order, which was little more than an afterthought, soone needed to keep records, and Lowengrin enjoyed the task. Just then, the door burst open and Marie-Chez rushed in.

"Marie? You should slow down."

"There's a fire in the slums—!"

"What?"

Lowengrin stood up. Marie-Chez said with a pale face,

"The Imperial Guard has started their operation."

"Operation? You an rooting out traitors in that slum?"

Everyone had thought it was nonsense. How could there be Western Alliance spies in the slums?

They had assud it was just a performance to quell dissatisfaction with the fight against the West.

"They've set fire, to the buildings?"

"No."

Marie-Chez said grimly.

"They've blocked people from escaping with barricades and then set fire."

Lowengrin's eyes widened.

"......What?"

"Sigrid Ankertna, that woman is in charge. I thought she was crazy, but I never imagined she was this insane."

Lowengrin rushed out of the room. Even from the palace, she could see smoke rising in the distance.

"Insane, insane. This is insane—"

How many people were living there—

Her mind raced. Why would they do such a thing? If Sigrid Ankertna was doing this, it ant it was the Emperor's will.

Why?

Burn down the slums? Eliminate them all? Aren't they afraid of the nobles' backlash?

What about the fear and terror of the citizens? Don't they think there will be a rebellion?

'What are they preparing for?'

Lowengrin looked at the smoke with dark eyes.

Sigrid was also watching the smoke. The sky was dyed red from the flas. Sohow, the fire was spreading through the slums much faster and more intensely than expected.

The screams from inside could hardly be heard anymore. Instead, the sll of burning flesh perated everywhere. Soldiers could be seen vomiting here and there, but Sigrid ignored them.

She had clearly warned them.

That this place would be eliminated, so anyone who wasn't a spy should leave.

Just then, a commotion broke out among the soldiers, and Sigrid turned her gaze. It was Beramund Lunatil. His odd eyes were filled with rage.

"What—"

Before she could finish asking "What are you doing here?