Chapter 241. Prelude (2)
Caron ascended the stairs toward the imperial throne.
This wasn't an illusion; it was reality. These weren't the footsteps of Cain Latorre—they belonged to Caron Leston.
And they carried no hesitation. With Guillotine in hand, Caron advanced toward the Malevolent Emperor.
"Impressive," the Malevolent Emperor said with a smile, looking down at him. Then he turned his gaze to those behind Caron—those glaring at him with open hostility.
"Did you perhaps predict it would come to this?" the Malevolent Emperor asked.
The plan had been flawless.
He'd made the Emperor ill, pushed the Crown Prince to seize control, and finally, possessed the prince's body to plunge the empire into chaos.
Whether the possessed Crown Prince claimed the throne and shattered the empire from within, or was overthrown by the Ducal Family of Leston, the result would have been the same.
There would have been division, and then collapse.
But the Malevolent Emperor now realized that his scheme had utterly failed.
The emperor had awakened. The man who should have died in bed had, for some inexplicable reason, risen again.
As the Malevolent Emperor tilted his head slightly, Caron continued up the stairs, his voice steady.