Chapter 97 - The War III

The throne room where the emperor sits on a throne decorated with gold and fancy decorations, sculpted just for the emperor to sit on. Kneeling both on their knees Chief Malzan and Count Fredrik glares at Emelia, sat on the throne as if it's hers. 

"Where did you hide Henry?" Emelia asked with a cold tone as she places her right arm on the armrest.

Chief Malzan nervously looks at Count Fredrik, trying to get his attention. But Count Fredrik was looking on the ground, not caring what Chief Malzan was doing. 

"I'm not going to ask for the third time. Where did you hide Henry?" asked Emelia but this time, sending chills behind their spines.

None of them answered except for Chief Malzan taking glances at Count Fredrik, assuming he knew where Henry is. If none of the answers, then it be best if she were to kill them. They can find him on their own. It's just time-consuming.

Emelia raises her hand, signaling a soldier who pointed his sword on their necks. Chief Malzan softly calls Count Fredrik, who finally this time meets Emelia's eyes. She knew threatening their lives would make them open their mouths. But a loyal servant and a scum master, what else can go wrong?

Each person's life is precious, is what her mother would say. There are those who did cruel and unforgivable things in the past. Now they have changed. But there are those who never changed for the better and continues to be foolish. They are the ones who don't deserve a second chance in life. 

"With one order from me. Your lives will come to an end," threatens Emelia, and this time Count Fredrik yells at her. 

"You who has no blood of a royal dares to sit on the throne? It doesn't suit you at all," nervously laughs Count Fredrik, who was restrained by a soldier. "Henry's family are the originals. They are supposed to be the ones ruling this Empire, not by your family!"

Family? What a silly word for him to say. Not once Emelia considered them as family. A family that doesn't give her love and all cares about themselves. It's not bad to care about yourself, but then too much is bad. 

"I know much. But then Count Fredrik, you do know that anyone who obtains the original crown can become the next Emperor of the Redodel Empire. Yes, I don't have a blood of royalty, but for sure, I can say is I am a better human than you are."

Count Fredrik grits his teeth and continues to pull the shackles that restricted him. But the soldier pushed his head onto the ground forcibly, making him silent. 

"Are you going to tell me now? Where you are hiding Henry?" smirked Emelia as she tilts her head to the side. Emelia looks at Chief Malzan, who has been muttering that it's not his fault and that he has done nothing. Emelia asks him, "What about you? Do you know where Henry is hiding?"

Chief Malzan shook his head side to side and glances at Count Fredrik. It really seems like he doesn't know where he is. Then that means Chief Malzan is no longer useful to her. 

"Kill him," ordered Emelia as the soldier whose sword was, pointing on his neck, slit his neck deeply. Chief Malzan groans out loud in pain and tries to lift his hand to stop the blood from flowing. But then, because of the chains, he wasn't able to and died in agony. 

Two soldiers had to drag Chief Malians dead body out of the throne room, leaving Count Fredrik alone. He acted calm as if he had not seen anything, but his face was pale from seeing his friends' blood. 

"Now, will you answer me?" Emelia flashed him a smile. While Count Fredrik thinks Emelia has something wrong with her head.

"Either way, if I tell. You wouldn't spare my life," laughs Count Fredrik while Emelia nods her head. "You are nothing but rotten flesh who is living. Only if you weren't alive, then our plan would have gone well," Count Fredrik yelled, unpleasing his inner thoughts. He continues, "You are a nobody. Supposed to be a commoner. How can you be so identified with your mother? Using men to climb to the top seat."

"Are you done?" asks Emelia as she stood up from her seat. Everything he said wouldn't affect her, but then it's her mother they were speaking of. When Count Fredrik met her eyes, he turned silent and avoided her. Emelia pulls her sword out and the tip of her sword pressing into his skin. 

"Don't compare my mother and me when you know nothing of our lives. Count Fredrik, you do know my mother's family are nobles? Sold by her parents to become the empress. And at that time, my mother was already pregnant with me," smiled Emelia, piecing her sword deeper into his neck. "As for my father. He is the Duke of Helstia. Then let me ask you whose fault is it that I'm alive?" 

Count Fredrik tries to push Emelia away as the pain gradually became worse. He felt his neck splitting in half, even if it isn't. He looks at Emelia and pleads to forgive him. He didn't mind getting out alive, losing a limb but then dying is too much for him. 

"P-p-please forgive me. S-spare my life," begged Count Fredrik, but then Emelia wasn't finished. She pushed her sword deeper, and Count Fredrik's eyes roll back into white, and he fainted. What is there to spare his life? When he doesn't deserve it. 

"The answer is it's none of their faults for bringing me alive. They were purely in love with each other," said Emelia pulling her sword out off his neck and watches his body collapse onto the ground. 

A soldier came running into the throne room and reports, "We have found him. His Imperial Majesty is waiting for you in the room."

Emelia nodded her head and acknowledged his message. Looking at Count Fredrik for the last time, she said, "Also, my mother was the bravest and kindest of all. She is the best human you would ever meet."