Chapter 859 - 269: The Emperor of the Empire Dies Suddenly (10,000 Words)_4

Under the gaze of Charlemagne VI.

The shadowy woman slowly placed the glazed bottle on the jade bedside cabinet.

After doing all this.

The shadowy woman’s head suddenly turned, her completely dark face staring directly at Charlemagne VI on the big bed.

A voice that seemed like a mixture of male and female vocal tones resonated from the shadowy woman’s body.

"Your Majesty, is there anything you need? Feel free to tell me!"

Listening to this eerie voice,

Charlemagne VI weakly spoke, "You are... the Witch!"

"Damn it."

"How did you... enter Triumph City?"

"Aren’t you afraid of being captured by the clergy of the Church and tied to the fire torture rack for execution?"

The shadowy woman seemed unaffected, even smiling noticeably, "Your Majesty, of course, someone welcomed me in."

Charlemagne VI repeated the shadowy woman’s words, weakly stammering.

"Welcomed?"

"How... could this be?"

"After the witch hunt, a vow was made that anyone, any faction that encounters witches and wizards."

"Must immediately annihilate them!"

"Why would anyone welcome you into Triumph City?"

"Have they really forgotten so quickly the battle between light and darkness of the past?"

The shadowy woman said nothing, just paced around the bed where Charlemagne was lying.

Seeing that the shadowy woman did not want to talk to him, Charlemagne changed the subject.

"Who... sent you to assassinate me?"

"Is it my two sons... or those Great Lords eager for my early death so they can seize the entire Karedi Empire?"

"You also see my current situation."

"To assassinate me is very easy, I just... want to die with some clarity!"

The sharp female vocal tone sounded from the shadowy woman’s body.

"You can take a guess."

Upon hearing this, Charlemagne VI’s eyes quickly rolled as if deep in thought.

A few seconds later, he asked, "Mitchell?"

The next second.

Charlemagne VI immediately rejected, "It couldn’t possibly be Mitchell!"

"Even though he is arrogant and conceited, for an emperor’s eldest son, it isn’t a bad thing!"

"Even if there was an accident in suppressing the battle of Earl of Becker and I abolished his title of Spear of the Empire."

"It’s far from enough for him to commit regicide and patricide to become Emperor."

"Caesar? Even less likely!"

"Caesar is a good child whom I raised with my own hands."

"How could he bear to harm the father who raised him step by step?"

Continuing to ponder aloud, Charlemagne VI said, "Apart from my two sons, there are only the Three Great Dukes left!"

The shadowy woman still said nothing.

Seeing her silent, Charlemagne’s weak voice was full of resentment.

"It really is them!"

"Truly wolves in sheep’s clothing!"

"Traitors, they are all traitors to the Empire!"

As if already detecting Charlemagne VI’s constant intent.

The male vocal tone emanated from the shadowy woman’s body.

"Your Majesty, there’s no need to think that delaying by talking nonsense will work..."

When he heard the shadowy woman’s words, Charlemagne VI’s body stiffened instantly.

His voice interrupted, "What are you talking about?"

The male vocal tone sounded once again.

"The reason you, Your Majesty, are still living is simply because I’ve allowed you to live."

"Because... someone important hasn’t yet arrived at your bedchamber."

The confusion in Charlemagne VI’s eyes grew even stronger.

"Important... person?"

The murmur had barely left his lips.

The shadowy woman in front of him turned her body, looking toward the screen directly opposite the bed.

Behind the screen in the distance was the main door to the bedchamber.

Despite the dozen or so meters away.

Charlemagne still heard the sound of footsteps outside the door, and the questioning voices directed towards the guard at the entrance.

"Has the emperor retired to rest?"

"Your Highness, His Majesty has already retired, and it is quite late now. Do you still wish to go in for a visit?"

"Yes, I’ve felt uneasy all day and want to see the emperor!"

"..."

Hearing the familiar voice outside the door, Charlemagne VI’s eyes were full of shock.

He seemed to have realized something.

Suddenly turning his head.

Looking at the shadowy woman who had somehow appeared in front of him.

Watching as a transparent, silvery-white dagger slowly emerged from the shadowy woman’s body.

Charlemagne VI exclaimed in horror, "What are you... planning to do?"

"I am Charlemagne VI! I am the Emperor of the entire Karedi Empire!"

"You cannot kill me!"

"Do you know what would happen to the whole Karedi Empire if I were to die?"

"War, chaos!"

"Mitchell and Caesar, along with those behind them with ill intent, would surely bring turmoil to every corner of the Karedi Empire!"

"I cannot die!"

"Even lying in bed, I must not die!"

The male vocal tone sounded from the shadowy woman’s body.

"Your Majesty, without your death, this war that changes the fate of the Karedi Empire will never begin!"

"So, you must die!"

Under Charlemagne VI’s incredulous gaze.

The silvery-white dagger in the shadowy woman’s hand was thrust directly into his chest.

A stab of pain surged instantly in his mind, quickly spreading throughout his body.

Charlemagne’s right hand tried to grasp the shadowy woman beside him.