Chapter 151
Chapter 151
We sat Ivan, who was half-destroyed, on a chair and listened to his story. His once-beautiful cybernetic body was now in a pitiful state, completely ruined.
Ivan’s voice came from the terminal connected to the back of his neck.
- I’ve never seen Arcane Civilization’s combat relics in person. But I have stolen records about them. This is a story from long before Noel Mullizcane’s rebellion. There used to be another elite guard, similar to the Imperial Guard. For some reason, that unit went mad, and the emperor at the time personally set out and annihilated them.
"A few hundred years have passed, and you think that power and those relics still exist?"
I asked. Ivan’s gaze turned not to me, but to Francec.
- A few hundred years is a long time for an individual, but from a historical perspective—not even from a cosmic one—it’s just a fleeting moment. In any case, Arcane Civilization’s power must be an asset passed down only to the emperor. Even I don’t know what it truly is... which is why I could never stop doubting whether I was really the rightful successor. Unlike a fool who never once questioned whether he was the crown prince.
Despite Ivan’s sharp words, Francec sat still. He was empty, like a broken jar. He seemed drained of strength.
’Francec was able to walk a tightrope with me because he needed to confirm whether his father and younger brother truly intended to kill him. Now that he has seen their betrayal with his own eyes, revolution or whatever else—it all feels meaningless to him.’
Francec had lost the drive to move forward. This was as far as he could go.
’In other words, it means he had that much trust and love for his family.’
Even in my memories, the emperor and Francec had seemed like an affectionate father and son. Whatever lay beneath the surface, to Francec, the emperor and Ivan must have been his ideal father and brother.