Chapter 107: The Temple of Azraelle III
"Even if it’s just been months I’ve worked with him. I disagree with his work style. It’s destructive to his own body," Duke Louis said. "He worked at a young age, and I know how much he pushes himself for his parents’ sake."
Elia didn’t expect her father to say so many things about Elliot and couldn’t help but agree with him. Not getting proper sleep nor eating proper als. And he’s the one telling Elia to eat well when he’s not.
"Do what you think is right," Duke Louis said, bringing out sothing from his pocket, which was a locket. She opens the locket, and in it, she sees a picture of a beautiful woman and a man who looked like Elliot. "I cannot fulfill their wishes because I don’t know how to. But if it’s you. You might do it."
A wish? Elia asked herself. As much as she knew about her father’s relations with the late emperor, they had no connections at all. Unless it was made intentional that they didn’t know each other.
"That’s all for I can say now. I’m sure you’re busy," said Duke Louis eyeing at the papers on Elia’s desk, who sighed and nods her head. "I just ca here to deliver that locket. I’m sure it’s sothing His Imperial aty wants to see."
Elia instead escorting her father to the entrance, but he kept rejecting her offer. His persistency convinced her to let him be after seeing new papers being held on Zed’s hand, who was to deliver them to her.
"Here is the results of what you had asked
to search on, just like what you had thought. This has been happening since the reign of latest Head Priest," Duke Zed gives Elia the paper who read it.
"The month...I’m not thinking wrong, am I?" Elia asked Zed who shook his head.
"It’s what you are thinking."
"When Elliot’s parents died, a new Head Priest was nad in the Temple of Azraelle," said Elia. Though it was too early to conclude that when there isn’t enough proof to confirm it. Is it a coincidence or not?
"Also, as I dug deeper about the wet nurse. Her na is Naia Evelyn beheaded at the age of twenty-two after murdering the late emperor, the late empress, and his younger twin brother."
A younger twin brother? This isn’t written in the official family tree of the royal family. Why hasn’t this been ntioned? Not even Elliot told her.
Just she felt there are so many things Elliot was hiding away from her. He feels so close but so far at the sa ti.
"Yes, His na is His Highness, Edward Renaud. After the disaster, they couldn’t find his body anywhere. Until now, His Imperial Majesty thinks his younger brother is alive. But he is no longer here," said Zed as the last few words said in a lower tone.
"And he is hiding about this?" Elia asked herself as the feather pen she held snapped into two parts.
"To add, Naia Evelyn is the first victim. Manipulated by the current head priest. Though there is not enough proof for this to be valid."
So this has been going on for fifteen years, and nothing was being done because of the lack of proof. Everything the temple did never left a trace that could be used into goodput. All their records are clean, and not even a single complaint file from them.
"Good work," said Elia as she placed her arms on the desk. "I want you to gather the mbers of the temples. Each one of them," Elia ordered Zed, who bows his head before leaving the office.
Just thinking about the Temple of Azraelle made Elia laugh out loud. Who do they think they are? Elia asked herself, leaning back on her seat and closes her eyes. If Henry is called evil, then the temple of Azraelle are pure evils.
The enemies this ti are formidable. This makes it harder to prove their evil doings to the empire. Elia sighs out loud. Just when things were about to calm down, another big problem strikes.
Elia opens her eyes and stood up. She didn’t want to have an argunt or have an uneasy atmosphere around Elliot. To do this, it’s ti to say things state things clearer. She walks out of her office and enters the other office without knocking again.
This ti Elliot just looks at her didn’t greet her with a word but with a smile. While her lips curved into a frown. She sat down on the couch and looked at him.
"Sit in front of . We have to talk," Elia said in an angry tone.
Elliot sees the seriousness in her eyes and lowers the paperback on his desk. He stood up and sat across the table to her and asked, "What is there to talk about?"
"Don’t smile at . You already know," straightforwardly said, Elia.
"Elia, it’s not that I don’t want you to mind my business, but it’s sothing I have to deal with. It’s not your job. It’s mine," said Elliot, and he hears Elia click her tongue for the first ti.
"This is what you call selfishness. Yes, you are a leader, the Emperor of the Stella Empire. But doing the job by yourself is not right. What is the point of your servants who are much willing to do it for you?" asked Elia.
"They simply help with the task. I never said that I’ll do everything by myself," said Elliot taking a pause before saying, "And just like what you said. I am the emperor. It ans I have the choice to choose who I wish to work with, and you are not the one."
Elia looks at him, not angered nor annoyed. But how can he say those words to her? She knew this was his way to "protect" her. But this isn’t the right thod. The corners of her mouth rose, smiling.
"Elliot, are you an idiot?"
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