Chapter 251: The Emergency Situation?
Inside the imperial palace, Emperor Durand was with his family when he sensed a disturbance in the distance. At the moment, he was seated at a table laden with a lavish feast, surrounded by the main members of his family. To his right sat a beautiful brown-haired woman with blue eyes. She is his main wife, Empress Claudia. Beside her were Hector and Alderia.
On his left side sat his second wife, a black-haired woman with sharp features, Imperial Consort Veronica. Beside her was a young man with the same hair color as hers. He seemed timid, as his behavior made evident. Unlike Hector or Alderia, he kept his head lowered, as though ashamed, with his hands resting on his thighs, making him stand out in stark contrast to his half-siblings. He was the third prince, Lewis Doria.
Why were they gathered at this time, when it was uncommon for the family to meet? The answer was simple: Emperor Durand wanted to bring them together. After his curse was dispelled, he desired to spend time with his family—to chat, learn about their well-being, and nurture harmony in their relationships.
He had kept quite some distance from them while under the curse, but now he could finally interact with them without worry.
"What is that? Why is there a spatial crack unleashing elemental attacks?" Hector said, hearing the rumbling sounds of the disturbance. Although the spatial crack was far away, it was still within his range as a King-stage cultivator. In fact, everyone here could sense the disturbance—maybe except for Lewis, who seemed completely clueless.
"Are there some cultivators fighting? But there’s still no report, so whatever it is, I think it can be taken care of," Alderia said. That kind of spatial crack is not something created naturally—it must have been shaped by some kind of technique.
Emperor Durand remained silent as he sensed the spatial crack more clearly from his seat. He could feel that the elemental attacks held the power of Emperor-stage attacks, with some at the King-stage level as well. With such a scale of fighting, there should have been reports about the chaos by now, but he hadn’t received any. He found it strange but chose not to dwell too deeply on it. If there was no report at all, he would not pay it any further attention.
"Let’s ignore them. I think it has already been taken care of," Emperor Durand said. He then ate the food on his plate, the best quality meat from a wild beast.
"My emperor, about the succession—" Imperial Consort Veronica suddenly said, but she was quickly cut off by the emperor.
"Don’t talk about the succession at this time. It’s not good if we keep discussing this matter."
Imperial Consort Veronica fell silent and simply nodded. Truthfully, she knew that her son didn’t have the qualities to become emperor. But the fact that her brother had chosen his nephew—his purpose couldn’t be clearer. She knew her brother’s ambition for power, but there was nothing she could do about it. Though she was the consort of the emperor, she still had her blood ties to her family.