Chapter 112: Formatting

Chapter 112: Formatting

In the midst of the Imperial Hospital, an extraordinary scene unfolded.

How long do you intend to obstruct me! Do you fiends truly wish for death?!

Your feeble tricks are futile, you wretched fool!

Your petty schemes wont work, you despicable creature!

Ashley Betcher was in a frenzy, angrily ranting and mocking all by herself, seemingly in a state of delirium on her bed.

Masain, holding his sword anxiously, quietly asked Logan.

Is it a demon Your Highness?

Ashleys face, or rather the entity using Ashleys form, was contorted in a demonic fury.

Her eyes were so bulging with rage that the blood vessels seemed to burst, turning the whites into blood-red. She looked like a vengeful demon just risen from hell.

However, Logan, observing her intently, shook his head.

Its different from the aura of a demon.

What do you mean?

It seems like another soul, perhaps. Its as if multiple spirits are fighting inside this students body.

Jonathan, shivering behind the group, whispered in a trembling voice.

Then we should perform an exorcism

That seems necessary. However, these spirits dont seem entirely malevolent, so Im not sure if theyll be susceptible to holy power.

In the midst of this grave conversation, Seongjin alone was sweating profusely, his eyes darting around.

Wait am I the only one thinking this way?

Arent some of the spirits possessing Ashley Betcher those twins, Herna and Gades?

How they ended up here, I dont know, but should we really just exorcise them like this?

Aargh!

Uugh!

Ashley Betcher now appeared to be strangling herself, groaning in pain.

Her lips turned blue, and her eyes rolled back in her head, looking dangerously close to suffocating.

Seongjin involuntarily swallowed hard.

Wow, this is intense

This isnt a horror movie, but her self-convulsing behavior is seriously spine-chilling.

Then the Demon King scoffed.

[Heh, youre a demon possessing Morres, and youre scared of this?]

Shut up!

Isnt it natural to be creeped out? I cant even fight it with fists!

Besides, its unfair to treat me the same. Even if I am a spirit, I am officially recognized by the Emperor!

Your Highness! Please hurry! If we dont act now, she might truly die!

At Jonathans tearful plea, Logan steeled his expression.

He released the hilt of Arjuna and slowly approached Ashley Betcher, extending his hand enveloped in sacred white light.

Im not a formal exorcist, but I think I can mimic one poorly enough. Sir Masain, just in case, could you request support from a real exorcist?

As Masain nodded and quickly left the room, Ashley, still strangling herself, rolled her eyes to glare at Logan.

In the name of the Holy Emperor, I command you. Release this girl and return to where you belong.

.

Ashley, who had been calmly observing Logans increasing divine energy, suddenly grinned maliciously, her eyes gleaming a strange yellow.

Hahaha, you fool! There is no name for the great Holy Emperor here!

Yet Logan remained undeterred, stepping closer with a firm voice.

The Holy Emperors power is the evidence of His presence in this world and His name!

Dont waste your time! The will of a nameless being is as hollow as the non-existent!

The will of the Sovereign exists clearly through His vicars. Lost and pitiful spirit, vanish!

Kuhh

Ashley gritted her teeth and glared at Logan.

Seongjin watched them with wide eyes.

At that moment, Ashley spat out blood and collapsed to the floor.

* * *

Cough, cough.

In a dark basement, a man hunched over and coughed. Small droplets of blood sprinkled on the floor along with a metallic smell.

This is indeed a spectacle of self-destruction.

A girl watching the man crawling on the floor scoffed.

She was a petite girl, probably not yet ten, with long golden hair tied in twin braids, looking quite adorable.

However, her expression was excessively impassive and dark, as if she bore layers of sediment from countless years.

Romaine, the masked man, after struggling on the floor for a while, finally stopped coughing and wiped the blood from his mouth, smiling.

Its alright. I did take some damage, but thats because Im still not adept at this trickery.

Trickery?

Yes. A certain clans secret technique of creating phantoms by detaching a part of the soul.

He had used a technique known to the Cornsheim clan, adept in handling souls.

[TL/N: Refer to Chapter 42 on Cornsheim]

They created phantoms by detaching unnecessary parts of their souls, using these phantoms to channel while preserving the individuals ego.

It was a method that allowed the clan, which otherwise could have been engulfed in a collective consciousness like channeling monsters, to maintain their humanity.

The fragment of the soul that had possessed Ashley Betcher and then died was just a tiny part detached by Romaine, imitating the Cornsheim clan.

Ha. The girl let out a hollow laugh.

No wonder it was floundering like a fish out of water. It wasnt even a proper soul fragment.

Well, not exactly. That was still a part of me, albeit a clumsy one. I too had my emotional moments in my youth.

Romaine shrugged nonchalantly.

Of course, it was insufficient to deceive the Holy Emperor of Delcross. I attempted to divert his attention, but the moment he realized the channel wasnt connected to my main body, he immediately destroyed the phantom without a word.

Thinking of deceiving him I wonder whether thats bold or foolhardy

The girl shook her head in disbelief.

The Holy Emperor of Delcross.

How could such a being exist among humans? She still couldnt comprehend it.

Just when she thought she had almost successfully eroded the continent, he suddenly appeared in the Imperial City, swept away her forces, and became its sole Holy Emperor.

And since then, for a considerable time, he has successfully held Delcross under his influence. A feat unthinkable for the previous Holy Emperors.

Under his protection, demonkind couldnt even approach Delcross. It was so severe that even though she was in a human girls body, she dared not enter the Imperial City, merely lurking around.

Currently, Romaine was the only ally capable of freely moving in and out of the Imperial City.

He was an enigma, making her hesitant to keep him close, but she had no other choice.

Its truly a man without any openings. For now, all we can hope is that Prince Leonard will play his part during the Birthday Celebration. If he really manages to seduce the princess, it would be ideal.

Romaine, nonchalantly dusting off his robe, seemed remarkably calm, a stark contrast to his earlier anger over their foiled plans.

Yes. But was it necessary to enter the Imperial Palace using the last semi-bloomed seed?

The girls question was legitimate.

Ashley Betcher, had she been left alone with the egg, might have eventually blossomed. Even in its premature state, she could have been a valuable asset for the next plan.

But Romaine shook his head.

The Grey Plague plan was already exposed to the Holy Emperor. Its impossible to execute a failed plan again. While I could exert influence, I needed to see someone with my own eyes.

The Third Prince, Morres.

For the first time, Romaine had clearly seen the true nature of the prince the Holy Emperor had been hiding in the Imperial Palace. A self-assured smile unknowingly spread beneath his half-mask.

The girl stepped forward, gently wrapping her hands around his chin.

What did you see? You seem quite certain. Its good to see.

Indeed, its an honor.

Your voice is also very pleasing. Tell me more, Romaine.

Her small, cherry-like lips exhaled a sweet breath.

At least you can tell me, cant you? Where is the labyrinth? Where is your main body now?

But Romaine gently pushed away her [Temptation], smiling.

Thats a conversation for when weve made more progress. Oh, Sovereign of [Greed].