Chapter 439: Gahalad Luinngard III

Chapter 439: Gahalad Luinngard III



Gahalad, Luinngard III, stood before Northern with a stark expression of blankness on his face. No trace of emotion could be read from his eyes.

Northern matched his intimidating presence with an amazing level of confidence; anyone present would call him cocky.

He didn't know what he was doing. The Emperor is a Paragon, a Drifter whose soul rank has achieved evanescence-in modern terms, he was peak existence.

At the very least, they were an embodiment of power closest to what should be the real peak. The fact that they had hit a great wall in advancement did not mean they were not strong enough to put gutsy brats like this white-haired kid in their place.

The air around them was silent; the night was reaching its peak. However, the moonlight cast a brilliant luminance over the sky, making the night bright enough for anyone to navigate through the streets and see the havoc that had been wrecked by the flood.

Northern was still vexed by the statement the Emperor had made; there had been no exchange of words between them since then.

And honestly, when he thought deeper about it, he was vexed. Very vexed.

"You do know I saved your damned empire, right?"

Coming in that tone from a little-looking boy like him, the Emperor frowned darkly.

"You seem to have not learned manners at all. Much so, when you are standing before a monarch."

"If you wanted me to bow, don't you think now is a little late for that? You punched a hole through my belly and now call me a careless, weak drifter. Fuck manners."

Northern's tone was unapologetically dripping with disrespect.

The Emperor frowned, but his patience was nearing its limits. Veins were bulging along his temples, and his jaw was hardening.

No one would have taken such disrespect from a kid lightly, especially not the Emperor!

The ground shook, and the Emperor vanished, streaking towards Northern with his essence blazing forth from his back like the propulsion of a rocket. His fist looked like it was tearing through the air as it hurtled towards its target.

Before Northern's magnificent eyes, all this fell into a slowed series of movements; he was unfazed by the Emperor's speed.

In fact, he was quite surprised.

'Did I overestimate him? It'd be disappointing if this is the best he can do.'

His eyes traced down to the path where numerous ragged people were viciously tearing through the ranks of soldiers.

Everything was in disarray; the flood had dealt tumultuous damage to the majority of civilians and knights. Many were situated in the noble district. The ones holding those people

off had their morale at rock bottom.

They probably didn't even know what they were fighting so hard to protect.

He snarled subtly but angrily and looked around again.

The princes, who should be doing something about the current situation, helping their father bring back order and organization to the Empire, were secretly watching and probably waiting for a chance to strike their father.

Everything that could go wrong with a country happened all in one night. Frustration boiled in his blood, causing him to fume.

"What exactly is their use when all they do is blame each other and plot against their father? Bunch of spineless rats. Unfit to lead," he cursed beneath his breath.

But Guilever also knew why they were so impatient and stupid. The Emperor was a Paragon, still looking even younger than them.

If care was not taken, they wouldn't taste the throne, and it would naturally pass to their

grandchildren.

Both of them had that fear that they might never understand what it means to rule a nation-

princes who never became Emperors.

However, that fear had totally blinded them.

'Too sad, I'm the only person who can see in this nation,' Guilever clicked his tongue

regretfully and brought his attention back to Northern and the Emperor.

He still couldn't help but be greatly astonished by how much Northern was holding his own

against a Paragon.

A smile spread across his lips, 'Even if he's a bastard, the blood of Reimgard is the blood of Reimgard after all, can't be compared to these fake-blood bastards.'