125 125. 39. Chantal, and descendants of Chantal (2) (1/2)

He was a man who fit the word ”emperor.”

When I first saw it, my eyes were arrogant and my expression was resolute, but my temperament seemed too strong.

When I looked again, my eyes were soft and my face was compassionate, and the temperament seemed harmless.

I looked like a deeply educated scholar, and I looked like a brave general.

It's like gathering the virtues of a monarch and making them.

It was remarkable that even a human could have such a colorful face.

But I've already seen a human like him.

Long enough not to remember.

When I was still a sword,

The ancestor of the Burgundian family who met at the hands of the sword.

The emperor looked remarkably similar to the foresight.

The look, the atmosphere, even the presence.

The nobles haven't even breathed properly since the Emperor appeared.

The same was true of the great Duke, the famous Marquis.

They did not dare to look straight at the upper part of the statue with their back extended.

There are also many in the banquet hall, none of whom has been overwhelmed by the Emperor.

It was an understandable situation for me.

It was a natural surrender to a human being who had reached a higher level, not a repression held by power.

It's a time when you can't look at the transcendence.

This is a time when even the greatness inherited from the Progenitors is utterly speechless.

Even the descendants of a relatively intact climate did not dare come to the world.

Only the emperor alone reached that high place and looked down at the world.

Numerous questions hit me in the head.

With power, I couldn't find the answer.

It meant that the horror and power of the Emperor's soul was never beneath me.

All that was left was to look in the eyes and find out why.

Fortunately, time was sufficient.

The New Year's Eve had only just begun, and it would take a little longer for the envoy of the weak country to stand before the Emperor.

I certainly did, but I thought so.

Expectations have been missed.

“An envoy from Leonberg came. ”

The Dukes of the Empire have not finished greeting yet, but the Emperor suddenly mentioned our envoy.

“Where are they? ”

That was not a question.

The Emperor's gaze was already fixed on us.

No, exactly to me.

A fierce sense of intimidation struck me.

The whole world seemed to press me.

Kneel down, and bow down.

It felt like someone was constantly forcing me to submit.

I pondered under that terrible pressure.

There was nothing I couldn't do to resist.

Obviously, the Emperor's horror was rarely seen in this age, but that did not mean that I was not overwhelmed enough to kneel with mere gaze.

The emperor was confident that if he decided to stay, he would be able to endure even if he poured out all of his own power.

But I didn't.

I didn't use the power of the Swordmaster, the karma I built, and the power of the Violet.

I didn't have to see all the basement I had in front of my opponent.

I just stood bare in front of the emperor's pressure.

The reaction was immediate.

His eyes twirled.

My legs trembled.

I heard tinnitus in my ears.

”Argh.”

I groaned.

I may not know it, but I'm going to have quite a problem right now, as others seem.

That's exactly what I wanted.

May the aristocrats of the Empire look upon me in an unmistakable way, astonished by the majesty of the Emperor. The Emperor also wishes to treat me like him.

“Stand in front of the statue. ”

He stood in front of the statue, pretending to obey the Emperor.

The trials were the beginning from now on.

I and the Emperor had not spoken for a long time, even though I had set up an envoy in front of the statue.

I just looked at it with my indifferent eyes and looked again.

I hid and persevered so that not a single point of energy would leak out in front of him, not even a slice of my little emotion.

How long has it been?

By the time the aristocrats of the Empire and the envoys of the nations questioned the Emperor's strange actions, the pressure that had pressured me was relieved like a lie.

I smashed my furry ass.

It was as if he had been relieved of tension and sat down.

I couldn't do it by force, but fortunately, I was exhausted by the emperor's condition.

Thanks to that, my movements were incredibly natural.

Phew.

The Emperor swung his hand.

It was a gesture to look back.

The knights of the envoy helped me.

I woke up twisting and left the banquet hall.

That was the beginning.

A New Year's banquet that continues during the fortnight.

Me and the envoy had to attend the banquet together every day.

Not because I wanted to.

The Emperor's messenger came to me personally and asked me to attend the banquet without missing a day.

Of course it was the Emperor's will.

The emperor came out without a day's delay and set up an envoy in front of the statue.

I didn't say anything. I was just watching.

Then he shook his hand and gave a livestock order.

There was no room to deliver the tribute Siorin had brought from the kingdom.

We were so called poop dogs.

The aristocrats of the Empire put all kinds of horses on it.