Chapter 133: Woes of an Emperor
The council were split into two, one half advocated for disposing of the Holy Temple entirely. They wanted to get rid of these pests who dared to act so arrogantly.
While the other argued that their existence is vital. There was a reason why the Empire had come to an agreement with them. The monsters were destroying their borders, they needed the healers if they wanted to keep the territory safe!
Lord Kazamir led the former faction. He was trying his best to poach the people in the latter faction hoping to come to a decision using the majority vote. He wanted them gone. He wanted revenge.
Once the hall was empty, Edward stepped out from the shadows. His stormy grey eyes hid a tempest within them. The Head Priest turned to face him. His face quickly turned lifeless and dull. Edward’s control over him increased...
"You’ve done well," Edward said, his voice smooth and cold. "Now, get ready for war."
The Head Priest replied without emotion. "War? But what if they accept?"
"They were never meant to be accepted," Edward interrupted. "They were a distraction. The Empire would never agree to such terms, and I never intended for them to. This has been in motion for a long time."
"But..." the Head Priest protested. In reality, Edward was talking to himself. The words the Head Priest spoke were his thoughts. He silenced those thoughts and gave out orders.
Edward’s lips curved into a chilling smile. "We don’t need to win. We need to disrupt. The chaos will serve my purposes. And when the dust settles, the Holy Temple will be reborn—not as a pawn of the Empire, but as its equal, or perhaps its master."