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Curse the Mainframe! - Chapter 249

Published at 5th of December 2019 03:15:06 PM


Chapter 249

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Emperor Louis clicked his tongue when he realized that the enemy didn't fall for his trick, and was instead testing him as well.

Well, he supposed that whoever it was that was aiming for his life, they were good enough to see through it. A worthy adversary.

Yet, the emperor didn't feel as if he was totally outclassed.

It was only that thought that allowed the emperor to keep his cool as he looked about the room for any signs of the hidden opponent.

Still, the emperor waited with rare patience, his eyes not missing anything.

The room was terribly silent, and the silence echoed loudly in his ears.

Honestly, the emperor thought that something might happen, but he put it down to his sensitive nerves – or so his advisors had been telling him. They repeated that so many times he believed them as well.

Now, though, he had to wonder if his advisors were all in on this nefarious plot as well.

Emperor Louis narrowed his eyes.

Turning, he just barely deflected the dagger that flew at his unguarded nape.

"Show yourself!"

The emperor's fists sparked with lightning, and an arc of electricity spread out around him.

Alec dodged backwards out of the range of the spell, his eyes glinting.

Alec was studying the emperor's reactions, and he found that the emperor was surprisingly well-versed in his fighting tactics, but it looked untrained, as if he only had the knowledge but not the experience.

The emperor almost appeared to be unaffected by how his move didn't work – that was, unless Alec had been looking for it, and he had.

There was the faintest crease in his brows, showing that he had been expecting that to work.

Emperor Louis regretted that he never needed his sword – something that cost him dearly, as his weapon was no longer carried around on his person.

Feeling a little disappointed at the emperor's lack of battle skill, Alec had to suppose that it was expected, with how the emperor had never left the palace walls, let alone for a war like the one that was happening right now.

But the System supposed that it was just as well since Alistair's late mother had been the one that placed the emperor on the throne instead of the emperor ascending to it using his own abilities.

Alec let go of the expectations of a fierce battle with the emperor.

He really shouldn't have gotten his hopes up. The System felt strangely disappointed, nonetheless.

The more flustered Emperor Louis was getting, the more openings that were revealed in front of Alec's eyes.

It just heightened the System's disappointment.

Though they were the same rank, the emperor's lack of battle experience would be his downfall, as it would have been for everyone else.

Alec waited with a rare patience, like a predator hunting its prey, and the emperor was obviously feeling the pressure, if the way he had started to perspire was anything to go by.


Alec had been slightly suspicious that the emperor might have been faking, but as the minutes went by, it was looking less and less likely.

As Alec suspected, the emperor really wasn't faking it, and the emperor sorely regretted having made the decision to send most of his security to the frontlines to guarantee the win.

That had been a tactical mistake. He realized that now. He should not have left himself as unattended as this. He also had not realized how difficult it would be to face off against someone hiding in the shadows.

He would correct his mistake in the future.

Unfortunately for the emperor, that would be his last thought.

Before he could react, his vision went dark, and his thought process stalled for a bit before it completely faded, never to return again.

Alec looked dispassionately at the emperor's cooling body.

The worst mistake that someone could make in the middle of a battle against an opponent was to think about other things while they should have been on alert instead.

The slightest loss of attention could lead to death, as was evidenced from the emperor's corpse.

Alec severed the emperor's head from his body, not taking any chances.

Since this was part of his agreement with Alistair, then he would make sure that there were no unexpected surprises down the line.

He didn't know if there was some sort of ability that someone had developed that would allow them to recover from a fatal wound, so this was the best way to make sure someone was well and truly dead.

The moment he confirmed that the emperor was dead, he felt a few faint vibrations even though the palace was sturdily built.

Alec had to wonder just what Dominique and Alistair were doing that caused such a ruckus.

Still, though, there were no sounds of explosions or anything like that, mainly because the palace walls were laden with silencing barriers everywhere, and they were especially concentrated in the areas that the emperor frequented.

It was the reason why Alec had to resort to smashing on the wall directly to alert the emperor and his guards.

However it had been intended to be used, it looked like this worked against them instead.

Right at that moment, Alec could hear the footsteps that thundering down the hallway. While they would have been relatively silent to the normal observer, to Alec they were as loud as a large, heavy beast walking around.

Alec faded back into the shadows using the hidden guard's signature technique right as the doors to the throne room burst open.

Ophelia looked around wildly, before she let out a scream when she saw her father's severed head on the floor, its blank eyes staring straight at her.

She felt as if her father's unseeing eyes were staring straight into her soul, and she shivered.

Next to it, there was a large pool of blood on the floor, and his body that was usually dressed with such grandeur and dignity no longer exuded such things.

However, now that the clothes were splattered with traces of blood, any of the previous dignity was gone.

She trembled, and her legs gave out from under her, collapsing to the floor.

She crawled back to the door, still shaking as her eyes could not move from her father's severed head.

The most unimaginable thing had happened.

When she felt the trembling in the ground, she'd immediately gone to Alistair's bedroom where he stayed with her Alexander, but there was no one there.

Since she couldn't find them, she went towards her father emperor's throne room, where he usually was at this time of the day.

Surely, with all his guards, he would be the safest one in the palace. Also, it was likely that the one who would be able to help her find her Alexander to get him to safety was her father emperor.

Yet, why was it that when she arrived, all she saw was her father's corpse and his severed head?

The stimulation was too much for her, and she shook as she saw a dead body in front of her eyes for the very first time.

Ophelia was shaking her head in disbelief and shock, before she realized that the enemy was still inside.

The throne room had been tightly shut earlier before she entered, and when it had shut behind her, it hadn't even been a second after she stepped in.

Her face paled with shock as she hastily pressed up harder against the closed throne room doors.

She couldn't tear her eyes away from the gruesome sight that her father's corpse made, and she grit her teeth, slapping herself in the face.

Her thoughts cleared a little and she ripped her eyes away from her father emperor's unseeing ones.

She stood up, trembling as she was, and parted from the door a little.

"Show yourself!"

It was a long shot, but it worked.

Her vision blurred faintly before a figure dressed fully in black showed up in front of her, and though Ophelia's eyes were shaking, she took up a shaky stance that had been drilled into her by her instructor.

"You will not get away with this," Ophelia hissed, glaring at the masked figure.

A smile spread on the murderer's face, and the feeling it gave off was strangely familiar to her.




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