Chapter 142: Are You Alive

The arrival of Aldria silced the tire hall; any murmuring was completely extinguished as she walked, everyone was... Afraid of her.

One justification for this fear was all the various momts of destruction this woman had caused; she was unshakable and had no scruples wh it came to protecting hers.

This was truly true, Aldria was an extremely loyal woman to herself, and if she did something that would cause problems for hers, she would solve it herself; her personality was simple and imposing.

She was the intelligce, the strategy, the very existce of the Empire and its prosperity; she was the true Emperor, she was the supreme Matriarch who commanded everything; this was the impression Dante had, unlike the Emperor in front of him, this woman had a much purer and more real aura than the Emperor.

'What a woman...' Dante murmured watching that woman descd the stairs with such... grandeur.

"Oh, dear." Adam said looking at his wife who showed no reaction, like an empty shell, she bowed slowly and observed the sce, with a small greeting to Velryna who nodded. "It's good to see you're safe, little one," She said and Velryna commted. "I'm well protected." Aldria looked at Dante analyzing him thoroughly, but th turned again to Velryna, "Can we talk?

I want to know how you've be." And for the first time, she smiled, Velryna looked at Dante as if seeking approval and he nodded.

Soon, the two walked away together and Dante was left alone, Nafiri had already left earlier and in front of him was only he and the Emperor, as Ethan had also left wh a secretary bothered him with something.

"Let's go upstairs, we need to talk." Adam said in a completely serious way and Dante had completely changed.

Following the Emperor up the stairs, they reached a closed balcony, and both tered and locked themselves out.

The Emperor stared at him for a few seconds, as did Dante, in a matter of seconds, an assassin appeared behind him and pointed a dagger at his neck, but Dante didn't ev move.

"Could you explain to me what this is?" He commted, but the Emperor paused and sighed, "What are your inttions?"

"A very rude way of asking what I want with your daughter, but we'll play your game," Dante said and an invisible dagger appeared at the Emperor's neck.

Aaralyn was already waiting to kill him at any momt, well, she thought she would.

"So you were prepared too." Adam said looking at Dante, who was calm unlike him who was surprised by the situation.

"Entering emy territory is like this, isn't it? Despite loving Velryna, I don't trust a father who allows his son to hunt his sister," Dante said, making Adam feel bitter, but it was true.

"So, what do you want, Arthur? If that really is your name," The Emperor commted as Aaralyn pressed the dagger into his neck.

"There won't be any coronation, Adam. Your son is going to die," Dante said, looking at Adam, who seemed surprised by the words, but he wasn't nervous at all, just truly surprised.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, and Dante smiled. "You know, Emperor, there's something called honor, and your son is one of the greatest scum I've ever se. First, he kills a child out of vy; t years later, he manages an illegal slave market and tortures a dragon hatchling. Can you believe that?" Dante said, and the Emperor looked at him passively, with regret.

"Wh I met you, you were imposing, intimidating, and exuded a passive aura of nobility. But seeing you now, you seem like a doddering old man nearing death," said Dante, disrespecting the Emperor, who could barely rebut his insults, but Dante wasn't after him.

"How much time do you have?" Dante asked. "Not much more than a week after the coronation," he replied.

"Does Aldria know about this?" "Yes, she's the one who has be seeking a cure, but hasn't found anything."

Dante sighed lightly as he massaged his temple. Currtly, he was in a good situation; he could now use the Emperor as support to overthrow Ethan before the coronation. However, the Emperor's illness factor... Dante felt at a crossroads.

On one side, Ethan sovereign, possibly with hidd support, since he managed one of the auctions of the demon cult; on the other, the Emperor, about to die and only he could crown the next Emperor. And the third way was himself, Dante, and his thirst for revge that could interfere with his desires and discernmts of the geral problem.

"Hey, I'm going to kill your son in the worst possible way. Will you accept that?" Dante spoke, and the Emperor didn't hesitate to respond. "Do as you wish, just sure Velryna survives."

"Ugh." He sighed heavily and looked at the Emperor. "Why did you expel Hellsing from the Empire?" Dante asked. Adam, not understanding the reason for the change of conversation, just said, "I didn't want them to suffer because of Ethan, but they didn't want to leave. It didn't leave me any choice.

I'm not afraid of that woman, but I don't want mities, especially after what my son provoked t years ago," he answered honestly.

"Oh, good," Dante replied relieved; for a momt, he thought he'd have to kill this weak Emperor too.

"Well, you really avoided the destruction of your kingdom. Congratulations, Adam," said Dante as his transformation began to fade. It seemed like time had run out, but as he was within his domain, his original form remained.

Adam saw the man in front of him morphing, his long red hair and his pair of horns. He couldn't help but be completely astonished by the sight of Dante.

"It's good to see you again," Dante said with a smile as he crossed his legs over the table.

"My dear Valtina would probably kill you if she knew you expelled Hellsing like that. Congratulations on saving your kingdom!" he said with a smile as his horns grew slightly.

"So you're alive, Dante Scarlet," said Adam. He quickly recognized who was in front of him.

"Oh, that was quick. Well, am I back?" he laughed like a demon in front of an angel.