I Became the Villain's Master - Chapter 125
Chapter 125
In the Imperial study, Damian, clad in flowing robes, bowed his head.
“The nobles are in a state of unrest, Your Highness.”
The recent incident at the Imperial Holy Festival—a mysterious death marked by traces of magic—had sent ripples of fear through the aristocracy, resulting in a deluge of petitions. Cedric, having perused them with an air of indifference, finally spoke. “Damian.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“What are your thoughts?” Damian’s eyes flickered as he glanced at the petitions.
“I find this situation… most gratifying.”
“As expected.” Cedric chuckled, resting his arm on the chair’s armrest.
“Though you failed to fully complete your task, you’ve made the Empire aware of His power.”
“My apologies, Your Highness. I hadn’t anticipated the sudden appearance of the Tower Lord.”
Damian bowed deeply in apology. He’d planned to use the servant imbued with His power to eliminate Rosette, but the Tower Lord’s intervention had thwarted his efforts.
“Still, I succeeded in eliminating the young lord of the Noble faction, a persistent obstacle to Imperial authority.”
“Hmm, true. That is a considerable achievement. But does Kiris possess some sort of tracking device?”
Cedric smoothly ran a hand through his hair.
“Well, it matters little. More importantly, Damian, what is the Emperor’s condition?”
“Grave. His Majesty is expected to pass soon.”
“Hahaha… Finally…!”
Cedric spread his arms, a triumphant laugh escaping his lips. How arduous it had been! Since accepting His power, Cedric had tirelessly plotted to corrupt the Empire with darkness. And now…
‘The time has come, Cedric.’
The voice resonated within his mind, a power granted after Hyles’s sacrifice. The voice of Araberus, the Demon King, one of the evils eradicated by the God Moreus alongside the First Emperor long ago.
“Yes, Lord Araberus.”
Araberus was rising.
* * *
Deep within a lush forest, Derek, an herb merchant, searched for medicinal plants.
“Has, come here and look for some Callos.”
“Yes, sir.”
Has, Derek’s apprentice, joined him in their daily task of gathering ingredients for their modest herb shop in the Empire. After a while, they paused, puzzled.
“Sir, isn’t this strange? Where have all the Callos gone?”
“Hmm… you’re right. They’re scarce today.”
Derek scratched his chin, perplexed. Callos, effective against common ailments like colds, was in high demand.
‘Without the ingredients…’
He needed enough to keep the shop running for several days. Calculating the potential losses, Derek ventured deeper into the forest.
“Has, we need to go further in. Follow me.”
“Yes, sir. But are you sure it’s safe?”
“What do you mean?”
Has nervously glanced into the dense woods.
“Haven’t you heard the unsettling news lately?”
“Ah… about the noble’s mysterious death?”
“Yes. It’s all anyone’s talking about. An incident during the Holy Festival… Many believe it’s a sign of Moreus’s wrath.”
“Nonsense. It’s just an unfortunate accident. These things happen.”
Has continued as he followed Derek.
“No, sir. They say traces of magic were found. Not ordinary magic, either.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. That’s why I’m worried about going deeper into the forest.”
“If you’re so worried, you should have stayed behind.”
Derek found Has’s concern amusing. Why believe such rumors? They were clearly fabricated to sensationalize the story.
“Keep your eyes peeled for the Callos. And stop with the idle chatter.”
“Fine.”
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