A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius

307 – Epilogue.

There are two things that stand in the way of a happy marriage between me and Astasia.

One is the existence of an incompetent king.

No one could have predicted how this man would destroy the country, and he was a person who caused too many variables.

At the same time, he was someone who caused great damage to my family and our family.

Enemies of the past.

Even before Astasia and I were born, our parents’ generation had a bad relationship with Gibraltar, and even in the two-fold rewind of time, we were enemies.

Someone we can never be happy with if they are alive.

But sometimes I feel that way.

What if Saint Geo Nostrum gave up such greed and faithfully lived in the present?

I never thought it would be written down in history this way, but what if she had given up on her desire for her mother and just gone looking for another woman?

If Queen Carmen went to Gibraltar, there might have been concerns that the royal authority could fall, but at least the relationship would not have been the same as it is now.

At least, judging from the way he handles loyal soldiers, he would have shown enough potential as the ‘Lord of Nostrum’ if he wanted to.

But the enemy of the past is dead.

I and my father, who was involved in the bad relationship, swung the sword directly.

The rest are now only ‘future enemies.’

“It’s a good lunch.”

As soon as I was invited to the emperor’s drawing room, I greeted the emperor who was waiting for me.

He was waiting for me, holding a glass with his usual calm face.

The glass is empty.

“Congratulations. For the death of Saint Geo Nostrum.”

“For.”

I raised my share of the glass.

There was already enough wine in her to fill the bottle.

A spicy grape scent emerges.

It is a unique scent of fermented grapes, and at the same time, the unique scent as if something has been sprinkled inside stimulates the nose.

“Some people sprinkle silver on wine and drink it. Or, when growing grapes, they even sprinkle silver on the vineyards. Just as animal carcasses enrich crops with nutrients, the same goes for bone meal.”

The emperor held the bottom of the empty glass and continued to shake it.

“Would you like to drink it once to commemorate becoming an adult?”

“No.”

I refused.

“If you keep looking for sweet things, you will eventually stop feeling the bitter taste.”

“Who likes bitter taste?”

“Maybe it’s because I’ve become accustomed to bitter tastes in this life, but sometimes I feel like I’m being bitten when I eat something sweet.”

I put down the glass of wine.

Instead, I picked up another glass sitting next to me.

“Do you know that? Instead of alcohol mixed with silver, my body contains somnus petals.”

“Somnus… I really hate it.”

The emperor shook his head as he looked at the cup filled with Somnus tea.

“If you mix the bone powder of a dead vampire well, it invites you to a happier dream than any other dream, and if you look at its origin, it is the arrangement of the great Gold Dragon of Nostrum.”

“It’s just an object that hopes people can dream and enjoy happiness for a while amid the difficulties of reality.”

Somnus flowers contain substances that manipulate dreams and hallucinations and make people happy.

Vampire bone meal serves to amplify the action of the Somnus flower.

It is true that silver itself can momentarily give humans powerful physical strength like a vampire, but it is the power of the somnus flower itself that allows one to enter a dream and enjoy fantasy.

“We just adjusted it so that it grows in a place that is not influenced by gold, rather than in the sun and natural soil, so that it does not cause the effect of ‘oblivion’ that wakes you up from a dream.”＜ Br＞

The situation is slightly different for the somnus flower, which is called ‘underground’ and grows without sunlight.

“I have encountered many dreams through Baek Eun.”

“Did you achieve what you wanted through that dream?”

“Unfortunately.”

“I see.”

The emperor smiles faintly.

“What do you want from me? Now that I have killed St. Geo Nostrum, and in effect removed the biggest problem for the Empire, the Emperor can do anything.”

“I guess so.”

“What do you want?”

“Would you please die?”

The Emperor’s smile deepens at my question.

“Please do anything, even to the point of dying for me?”

“I am literally asking you to die.”

“It is my death…”

The Emperor puts down his glass, puts his back on his back, and begins to walk slowly through the drawing room.

“I could die. If I knew that Gray Gibraltar would succeed me and become the emperor of the Thersian Empire, and that the child he had with Astasia would inherit good blood and have the qualities of an even better emperor, I would be more at peace than anyone else. You will be able to close your eyes.”

The moment the emperor was about to go out the door, he turned around.

“But are you confident in doing that?”

“…”

“Is it possible to make Astasia anxious, and to make her feel anxious herself, and to live her whole life worrying that her true feelings in her her heart her her will be revealed at any time?”

“It would be impossible.”

That will never be possible.

“Because you will realize one day.”

“At best?”

“…Maybe he knows.”

The emperor once secretly asked about his children.

What was my answer then?

I think he glossed it over pretty well, but considering the emperor’s tendencies, he may have noticed.

“Yes, Habsberg von Tersian knows. Even though she is reluctant for you to bear her children, if Astacia wants her child, you will gladly gift her child for Astasia. “

He could not refute the emperor’s words.

“There’s no way that both of them don’t want children. If there’s one person who is completely against it, it’s most likely Astacia, and in fact Astasia is afraid of the Emperor. Her her Emperor’s ways her her her, her her Emperor’s life her her her, and her her The countless deaths he experienced.

Astasia went through it.

Among the numerous ‘Astacia’ candidates, she risked her life to become the only one.

In order to become the imperial granddaughter and play in the garden of her imperial palace, she created countless nameless white-haired girls who became the fertilizer of that garden.

“Astasia is afraid. She is afraid that her son or daughter will end up like that.”

“Wrong.”

“Wrong?”

“I’m more worried that the child of the man I love will end up like that just because he misplaced his father.”

“.. Haha!”

The emperor laughs while holding his stomach.

“You’re more afraid because you’re Gray Gibraltar’s child and not someone else? That’s interesting, that’s interesting. Is that what you think?”

“It’s not my idea, it’s Astasia’s idea.”

“I see. I don’t want to think like that, but if that’s what I heard from you, that’s probably the case.”

The emperor stood in front of me, twisting the corners of his mouth as if laughing.

“Then how should I respond to that answer?”

The emperor asks.

“Their children are more incompetent than Saint Gio Nostrum, less capable of leadership than Naria Gio Nostrum, more ferocious than Noir Gio Nostrum, more cruel than Lethar Gio Nostrum, and to the Habsburg von Terssian, their names Even if he is a child who is not even worthy of the countless discarded numbers that were thrown away without even needing to remember, he should be made the crown prince because he is the child of Gray and Astasia?”

“I hope so.”

If you do that, there will be nothing better.

“I see.”

The emperor laughs lowly.

“If so, I will do so.”

“…”

“Hapsberg von Tersian proclaims here: Even if the abilities of the two children are of a low level, they have already proven their abilities just by being born as the children of two people, Gray and Astasia. We will not eat our children, we will not give them a harsh education, and we will not force them to live strong lives from a young age through killing and killing each other.”

“…”

“Do you want to hear this, and do you want to see a future like this?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Anyone can do what they wish for, right?”

A wish or a hope.

Such expectations are human freedom.

“It’s as if St. Geo Nostrum wants to push out my father and take Charlotte Lembourg Gunther as his wife.”

“…”

“Delusion is freedom.”

“Delusions are free.”

The emperor chuckled and pointed to my waist.

“What about the auror blades they make there, or the one aimed at my neck?”

“And even cutting it down.”

“I see. But I have to ask.”

The emperor looks very leisurely and nods his head once.

“Can you imagine Gray Gibraltar killing Habsburg von Tersian?”

“…”

“I guess you could say it’s possible, but how? Cut off the head? Stab the heart? Or cut it in half like you killed St. Geo Nostrum?”

“…”

“You, who were so worried about the resurrection of Saint Geo Nostrum that you killed, that you kept him in a sarcophagus until the end of the empire and turned it into a silver tombstone, do you even optimistically think that you can kill the emperor ?”

“…I can only imagine, always.”

It is impossible to deny the emperor’s words.

“An incompetent child continues his legacy. This is something a Habsburg emperor would never do.”

“Of course.”

“Even if he were the child of Gray Gibraltar and Astasia von Tersian.”

“It is Gray’s responsibility to complete one’s own self, but who will complete Gray’s completion?”

“…”

Hehe.”

In an instant, the emperor’s voice became much younger than before.

Because I knew the reason, I naturally became irritated.

“Damn it. It’s a disaster and I shouldn’t have gotten closer to you earlier.”

“Now?”

“Give up. No…”

As the emperor disappeared, another voice came from behind me.

“Hapsburg von Tersian never breaks his convictions.”

The man who came next to me looked exactly like me.

“No matter how many times I think about it, agonize over it, and think about it for 10 years, the conclusion doesn’t change.”

The blood-covered margrave and traitor speaks.

“On the contrary, if you add in what you have learned more and more through this life, you will never be able to escape from the man called Habsburg.”

“…”

“If Astacia shows up holding on to your ankles, Habsberg is the first person to kill Astacia. He is the one who ruined what he thought was the most perfect successor.”

Traitor Gray nods his head loudly.

“Your resolution hasn’t changed, right?”

“Ah.”

It’s always been like that.

“Kill the Habsburg emperor.”

That decision has never escaped me for a single moment since the day Astasia was murdered.

Because that is my belief.

“Then raise your glass.”

Traitor Gray personally hands me the cup.

Instead of a sweet wine mixed with silver, he handed me a glass full of bitter somnus tea.

“Was it a happy dream?”

“…No.”

I raised my glass.

“It was just a delusion that I would be happy.”

I just drank the somnus tea.

“Remember, your happiness is not a dream, but reality.”

A red storm rages across the world, and traitor Gray bows his head towards me in polite imperial manner.

“That happiness…”

“Astacia.”

I stretched out the completely empty glass.

“Astasia is in reality, so there is no reason for me to stay here.”

Clink.

* * *

“…”

Open your eyes.

The ceiling I saw before going to bed, close to dawn.

“Are you out of your mind?”

“…”

Next to me.

Habsburg von Tersian sits with his arms crossed.