Chapter 4 My Weapon and My Armour
A look of relief flickered past the Emperor’s eyes. He adjusted in his throne, posing a majestic posture. His precious son was born around 10:40. "Excellent plan!" his voice thundered in the hall.
"Guards!"
The thundering sound of soldiers running into the palace echoed through the air. When they arrived in the middle of the throne hall, they immediately fell on their knees. The sound of their armour clanking against the ground echoed.
"Your Majesty! Your Grace, Patriarch!" they all greeted in unison.
Though the Emperor’s eyes sparkled with authority, a flicker of irritation sparked as he glanced sideways at his father. "I have a task for you. Find every child born between the hour of 10:15 to 10:30. Kill them immediately, without sparing any of them," he ordered.
The head of the guard looked at him in confusion. "Your Majesty... why must we do this?" he asked, as he felt uneasiness in his soul.
"How dare you question me?" the Emperor roared, his eyes narrowing at the guard.
The head of the guard gritted his teeth as he lowered his head. "Forgive me, my lord," he bowed his head lower. "But we have to know why we must carry out this mission. This concerns the safety and happiness of the people," he added, raising his head.
His words made the Emperor boil more, but before he could open his mouth and say anything, the Patriarch’s calm voice echoed through the hall.
"Gabriel, this is for the country’s security. The star of doom has been born, so we must make the necessary sacrifice."
The guards immediately bowed lower in respect. "We will depart now, my lord." With a nod from the Patriarch, the guards departed. The sounds of their retreating boots lingered in the silent air.