Chapter 265
Don't Concern Yourself With That Book
Chapter 265
Translator: yun
I froze. I slowly turned my head. As if understanding my reaction, he nodded.
âThe emperor has sent you here.â
I already knew that these two groups were in collusion. Assuming this, the emperor probably... Was a ârebellionâ the reason why he sent me here?
âYes.â
Pontus lowered his head politely before lifting his head.
âWhen you return, you will be sacrificed to the crystal.â
The occasional silver glint I could see in his hair at certain angles reminded me of a piece of ice floating in the sea.
âFor the charge of treason. The emperor will capture you as he did with the 1st Princess before.â
â... The 1st Princess. Was that how she died?â
âYes. She was charged with treason. Subsequent mentions of her were even made taboo.â
Pontus chuckled bitterly. He clasped my hand.
âMilord, would you please bring salvation to those who disappeared?â
He sounded desperate. As if a hole had appeared in my chest, a chill settled in my stomach. In a situation as precarious as a ship that had lost its way, I licked my lips and stared at him.
âI...â
I closed my eyes before saying. As if sensing something, Pontus turned his head around. What he turned to stare at was the door that was tightly shut.
âActually, I was able to meet you now because of his cooperation.â
âHis?â
âThe 7th Prince, Dane Lowell.â
Pontus responded rather quickly. Then, the door swung open.
âWithin two days of his arrival here, he had already grasped the entire situation here and tried to contact us. The drug we used to bring you here was also made by him.âFiÌ£ndd new updates at novelhall.com
âBut it wasnât meant for you to use it like this.â
I turned my head around. To find Dane panting in the middle of the room.
âPant. Pant. This is ridiculous.â
He wiped the sweat dripping down his face. Raising his head, his expression revealed his terrifying anger.
âWhat do you think youâre doing...â
He might be smiling languidly but there was a fire blazing in his red eyes. His sunken eyes were pointed towards Pontus.
âWeâre running out of time.â
âBut I never said you were to bring her here like this.â
Dane strode over with a smile.
âI advised you against doing things this way. Head Templar.â
A huge figure appeared behind Dane. Abel observed the situation before clicking his tongue. He lowered his head to enter the room.
âLook here, honourable one. I understand that youâre in a hurry but thereâs a process to these kinds of things.â
âItâd be best if you zip it.â
Pontus responded coldly.
âI donât want to listen to a prince who doesnât have the guts to move on his own.â
Furrowing his eyebrows, Abel grumbled.
âSays you.â
I hated Castor. I loathed him. I wished for a death so terrifying to befall him. His hatredâwhich had neither faded nor swelled since that dayâhad been a pillar that supported me.
âBut this is different...â
However, becoming the emperor was an entirely different story. I was a powerless princess who had been locked up in a corner of the Imperial Palace for all my life. Neither was I the emperorâs biological daughter. What right did I have to become emperor? I let out a scoff. No, there was one. Auresia. Because my birth mother was a Templar of Death.
The Templar of Death which was another name for the Templar of Chaos. The âHeir of Deathâ was also the Successor to the Temple of Death. However, now they have been divided into two groups of peopleâ some whole families had chosen to give up their templarship to become commoners while others converted to traitors who rebelled against the Imperial Family for a long time before their eventual extermination. I heard that the survivors were driven to the Empireâs western territories and were living under strict surveillance. That was the reason why I had not heard news from my motherâs side of the family at all.
However, the truth was that my motherâs family alongside the Head Templar had been massacred. Not a single soul was left alive.
âWhen you return, you will be sacrificed to the crystal.â
What if my fate had been sealed the day Castor first visited me? If I was revived only because I had found the diary and its desires were what led me to my current situation? And that I was destined to ultimately return to the Empire to be sacrificed to the crystal.
Had I been played my whole life?
The diary did not respond. I burst into laughter. Right, there was no way it would answer. It always appeared and disappeared whenever it wanted. As I clenched my fist, the diary pages under my hand crumpled. And after I released my fist and waited, the pages straightened out as if nothing had happened.
I slowly bent my knees before wrapping my arms around my legs and buried my face into my lap.
â... Itâs cold.â
I clenched and unclenched my fist. Moving just my head, I stared at my hands. These hands had nothing. These hands had been empty my entire life. How could these useless hands be used to give the poor gold? I smiled wistfully.
âI donât know.â
I spent a long time without anyone being able to understand me.
âEveryone, everything, this world. They keep telling me to do things but all I need is my room and some people.â
My fingers dug into my palms.
âWhat do you want from me?â
There were still many who chose to remain by my side but there was still something I did not understand.
âAshley. There is a world in which only you and I understand. Donât you think so too... Only I can understand you.â
I burst out laughing at how right Castorâs words were. Here was a world in which only the killer and his victim could recall and understand. I hated to admit it but he was the only one who understood this emptiness. However, this was the exact reason why I hated him. I felt dizzy. Before I realised it, I was holding onto my bracelet.
â... Brother.â
I grabbed the bracelet before letting it go and calling out for him. How many times did I do that...
The bracelet began to glow dimly. The moment I saw the faint green light, I slowly raised my head.
âBrother?â
âYeah.â
It sounded faint and distant but it was definitely his voice.
âWhy arenât you saying anything?â
No, I didnât mean to not answer him on purpose. I choked up. I didnât know what to say.
âAre you awake?â
When I left, I heard from one of the templars that Amor had fallen back to sleep. Did he just wake up? I waited for the voice I would soon hear.
âYes. Wellââ
The voice I was suppressing escaped me. I hesitated for a moment before uttering what I had been holding back.
âI wanted to hear it. Your voice.â
Amor did not reply.
Did he fall back asleep? For the longest time, only Amor understood me. So, I had talked to him without being sure whether I could say this to him or not. After slowly opening my mouth, the voice that escaped me sounded parched.
âYou know, brother.â
âYeah. Iâm listening.â
His friendly voice returned his response.
âYouâre not my brother anymore, are you?â