Reborn as the Last van Ambrose

Grim’s carriage rolled through nearly empty streets. Most citizens were still asleep, but the day promised events that would be remembered in the Empire’s history. Grim sat across from Chen Xing, both men dressed in formal attire.

"Did you deliver the package?" Grim asked, his voice low despite the privacy afforded by the carriage.

Chen Xing nodded once. "Before dawn, as instructed. The execution will start at the furst morning bell," Chen Xing said, changing the subject. " Especially Julius."

"Of course he will," Grim replied. "He needs to maintain appearances, especially after yesterday’s trial. To miss the execution would suggest discord between himself and the Empress."

"And afterward, your match with Huangyan." Chen Xing studied his friend carefully. "Your mana—"

"Is almost depleted," Grim finished for him. "I’ve perhaps twenty-five percent of my normal capacity. Against Huangyan, that’s not enough."

"You could withdraw. Cite injury."

Grim’s expression hardened. "House Ambrose does not withdraw."

The carriage slowed as they approached the execution grounds, a circular plaza adjacent to the imperial palace. Already a crowd had gathered—nobles in their finery claiming the best viewing positions, commoners pressing against the barriers at the edges, and guards maintaining order with stern expressions.

As Grim and Chen Xing exited the carriage, whispers spread through the assembled nobles. Yesterday’s trial had elevated House Ambrose dramatically in the imperial hierarchy. The wealth of House Draykar now belonged to Grim—a fact that had undoubtedly kept many awake.

Lord Orvannis approached, offering a formal bow that acknowledged Grim’s new status. "Lord Ambrose, a momentous day for justice in the Empire."