Human Emperor の小説・ストーリー

What mattered was this: I hadn’t burned him. I hadn’t collapsed under him. I had built beyond him. And in the end— That was the real empire.

People say he’s a myth. “You look scared, princess.” His voice snaps me out of it. I glance around. The speakeasy is thinning out. Only a few attendants remain, too attentive, too still. Watching. “The Godfather, Dominic Ventura?” I ask. “You thought he was a myth?” Zavier’s smirk turns colder. “He’s not.” I follow his line of sight.

She is not alone. She turns around and finds the Emperor sitting on a chair, he is still in his gold armour but Kiara notices that this one is different, shinier. Up close she can see his features, they are strong, yet somehow delicate at the same time. High cheek bones and a strong jawline, yet he has thin brows that are barely there, a long straight nose and lips that are the shape of bows. Kiara makes the mistake of meeting his gaze, his eyes are hard and cold, there is not a flicker of emotion within them.

Suddenly, an otherworldly voice emanated from beneath the earth, "I...I've received my orders from the Heavens and will live and prosper forever!" As the voice died off, a human figure darted out of the ground. His eyes were black, and wisps of black mist were seeping out of them. He was about two and a half meters tall and wore the robes and crown on an emperor. A peerless sword slightly more than a meter long was in his hand, and he gave off the commanding aura of a monarch. He was an emperor from an ancient era and had been dead for more than a millennia. Somehow, he had accumulated an intense grudge over the past millennia and had turned into an undead - the 1000 year old Corpse King.

Achlys asked, his presence finally sinking into Elara's mind. Rumors have been swirling that the emperor is not an ordinary man, and the emperor they see in pictures and on the news is just a persona created by the real emperor to hide his true identity—because the real emperor is said to be a black dragon. "Your Majesty, the Alpha is still unconscious. We need your help," Elara said, seizing the opportunity. She knew she might be foolish for indulging in rumors about the emperor, but she had no other way to wake Damian.

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

Culture, education and arts are their forte. “Come forward, my children.” The Emperor turns his bright golden eyes to us This close, he looks more intimating than he did before. But just as that fact becomes clearer, so does the fact that he must be ill. His skin is dull and sunken, and his fingers shake just slightly. I saw firsthand what happens when a Lycan loses their soulmate. The Empress passed away more than twenty years ago. And the Emperor is still alive and in his right mind. He must have formidable mental strength. If for nothing else, he has my respect for that.