Chapter 221: A Wooden Pocket Watch (1)

…Epherene was thinking of the Emperor’s assassination. The perpetrator was among the thirty knights invited by Her Majesty.

“And they made public what they have done.”

The Emperor’s critical condition couldn’t be hastily disclosed by the Imperial family. Her Majesty was the most important person on this continent, so the most basic rule was to prepare at least a dozen future countermeasures.

“It was very elaborate.”

However, while the Imperial family was in chaos, the Altar took their chance. They revealed the Emperor’s death to the media, and the news spread like wildfire. The plan created by the Altar was to collapse the system all at once.

“That’s how they brought the professor into the Imperial Palace.”

If he heard that the Emperor was in an urgent condition, the professor would surely come to the palace as well.

“…Were they intending to target even the professor from the start?”

These were the words of Delric, who clenched his teeth in anger. Epherene nodded.

“Professor must have been vaguely aware of it from the moment he came to the Palace.”

Immediately after the incident, there were many outsiders in the Imperial Palace. Eyes were scattered everywhere, and there was someone from the Altar among them.

“And…”

After a moment’s pause, Epherene looked back at Sylvia. Droplets of water-soaked her clothes under the robe, and her eyes were empty. She was limp like a doll, unseeing and unhearing.

“…Sylvia.”

Epherene called Sylvia’s name.

“There is a way to turn it back.”

Sylvia raised her face. Her messy blonde hair was scattered across her face.

“So, help me. Don’t stand there like a fool.”

“…And do you think that will make the dead come back to life?”

Hoarse voice, purple lips. Epherene felt pity for her but nodded.

“Yeah. It will.”

“…”

“Now, these memories will disappear like a nightmare. And then, I’m going to throw a counter at our enemies.”

Sylvia’s eyes narrowed as if she found it ridiculous. She shook her head and murmured in a low voice.

“Stupid Epherene.”

“…You’re helping, right?”

“…”

Sylvia kept her mouth shut, but her silence was an affirmation.