Huh? Are they all real?...

Either way, it's a matter that could result in someone's death.

This question surprised the nobles.

However, being the powerful and privileged who could prey on others, they immediately realized what was happening and, cursing, snatched the pen and wrote on the white paper:

"A bunch of idiots. Why not just call him His Majesty? Alright, that's the title!"

Upon seeing the title written by the nobleman, the chief writers all suddenly understood and quickly began to write.

Before the sun sets.

The new newspaper was successfully completed.

The newsboys were overjoyed, even though they had made many, many trips in the past few days.

But the pay he received also increased day by day.

Especially today, this morning, the noble gentlemen personally served them hot milk and cream bread.

They even gave each person a staggering reward of a full pound of gold!

And just now, they received a full five gold pounds!

They were doing the same work as usual.

But why are things getting better day by day?

The newsboys couldn't understand, but that didn't stop them from running tirelessly through the streets and alleys, waving their newspapers with all their might, as they received extra pay:

"His Majesty has arrived today in his faithful Baratheon!"

Once this voice was uttered...

Countless people rushed to buy the newspapers that signified a new order.

At the same time, the city gates, which had been tightly closed, were pushed open by the nobles themselves.

The great bell, symbolizing the emperor's triumphant return, rang out wildly as the nobles pushed it along with great effort.

Outside the city gates, the nobles unleashed their greatest motivation in life, spreading a bright red carpet for dozens of miles outside the city.

At the end of the red carpet, amidst the flattery and groveling of the nobles, Moen looked up at the Baratheon capital, whose doors were now open to him.

From the southern border until now, Moen has not encountered anything that can be called resistance.

So, that's the end?

The light of the setting sun shone into the audience hall.

A newspaper, carried by a strong wind, fluttered down to the feet of Emperor Leumann.

Look at the text above.

Emperor Lloyd finally extended his hand.

"Has His Majesty arrived in his faithful Baratheon today?"

"Heh heh heh, how ironic."

After a few cold laughs, Emperor Lloyd's face became devoid of any emotion.

He crumpled the newspaper in his hand into a ball and disappeared into the audience hall.

Instead, it appeared atop the fortress of the City of Shadows.

In the present world, the doors here are wide open to welcome the new master.

Meanwhile, the city gates were tightly shut, the city inside was a lifeless Shadow City, and outside the city was utter nothingness.

But above the city gate, a kneeling man is bound by countless iron chains covered with thorns.

Hearing the noise behind him, he slightly raised his head and said:

"You came to kill me? Congratulations, you finally succeeded."

But the voice gave him a completely unexpected answer:

"No, I'm here to let you go."

After a moment of astonishment, Emperor Baratheon Doyle turned to look at the man who had bound him here for a thousand years.

His body was already emaciated, as the millennia-long oppression of the ideal state had long since overwhelmed him.

But he could neither die nor escape.

They could only repeat this almost eternal torment day after day.

Are you mocking me?

“I have never made a sarcastic remark to you, Emperor Doyle.”

"Then why did you do that? Didn't you lock that little girl up?"

"Don't you have everything under control?"

Each of these words was like a needle piercing his heart, leaving Emperor Leumann deeply wounded.

So he fell into a brief silence.

But since I've decided to do it...

So he won't stop there.

In silence, he simply waved his hand and broke the thorny chains that bound Emperor Doyle.

It transformed into a golden iron chain that appeared in his palm.

This is the ideal state that 0-11 ultimately envisioned.

As the other person stood up in astonishment, he said to Emperor Doyle:

“I failed, just like you did back then, when you thought victory was in the bag, I failed completely.”

"However, just as you gave up some of your characteristics back then, I still have one more chance."

"The difference is that your chance is just to prolong your life, while my chance is to make a comeback from a desperate situation."

"I want him to be like you and me, losing miserably when he thinks he can't lose."

He crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it at Doyle the Great.

After a moment of suspicion, Emperor Doyle, after glancing at the scene, understood the cause and effect.

But he just shook his head and smiled:

"You don't actually think I'd team up with you, do you?"

He was the first emperor of Baratheon, unless the other party was determined to play a word game that only heaven knows if it would succeed.

Otherwise, why should I stand on the side of my enemy?

"I know that right now, your best option is to watch me die, then escape and enjoy that ridiculous honor you have no right to. After all, there's no trust between us."

"But I can give you another way!"

He extended the golden chain forward, and Leuman I handed the key to the kingdom of God to his nemesis.

After Emperor Doyle tentatively accepted it in disbelief, he went and dug out his own heart.

"I have no country anymore, so I am not immortal either."

With trembling hands, Emperor Lloyd the Great presented his heart to Emperor Doyle the Great.

With a knowing look in the other person's eyes, he grinned maliciously and said:

"I lost, undeniably lost, but you didn't!"

That's all for today, 5200. I'm not feeling well, my tooth hurts a lot, and I might have to get a root canal tomorrow. Just thinking about it makes me uncomfortable.

Everyone must take good care of their teeth, root canals are really painful!

Chapter 148 I cannot kill my own offspring

With a heavy heart and a hint of hesitation, Emperor Doyle, holding a golden chain, reached out his hand toward the still-beating heart.

This process is neither short nor long.

The heartbeat gradually slowed, while the hand reaching out to it grew faster and steadyer.

Ultimately, Baratheon Doyle took one-third of the divine throne from the already crystallized remains of Lloyd I.

The golden chains began to creep up his arm toward his heart.

Then, like a constantly writhing vein, it tries to fill in all that Doyle was missing.

But after a moment, the golden chain ceased all activity and slowly faded from his arm as it had come, until it fell completely into Emperor Doyle's palm.

Then, Emperor Doyle placed the heart back into Emperor Lloyd's crystallized remains.

The horrifying hole in Emperor Lloyd's chest began to shrink and disappear as his heart was returned to the body.

And the crystallization around his body dissipated.

But he was already dead, so even if the wound healed, his heart would not beat again.

After doing all this, the Emperor shook his head after a moment of silence and said:

"I don't need to risk my life."

"There is no need to kill one's last offspring."

“I’m different from you; I can’t bring myself to harm my own child.”

Clearly, letting go of the desire to become a god is the most appropriate choice.

“I have already lost once, and I was only able to survive thanks to the excellence of my offspring. So, my old friend, rest in peace.”

Emperor Doyle closed his eyes with a sigh.

Immediately afterwards, all five dukes killed by Emperor Leuman appeared.

Without a word, they each stepped forward and lifted the remains of Emperor Lloyd the Great.

"Let's go see my wonderful offspring."

The Emperor led the way, and the Seven Dukes carried the coffin.

The highest-level state funeral in Baratheon's history was quietly held in the City of Shadows.

At the gates of the palace, the only one that does not belong to the ideal state.

Emperor Doyle stopped and looked quietly at the palace gate, which was only slightly familiar to him.

A moment later, the tightly closed door slowly opened, revealing Ansa Baratheon behind it.

Seeing this proud offspring, the aged and emaciated Emperor Doyle opened his hands and laughed:

"Come here, child, let me take a good look at you."

His eyes were full of love; this was his only child.

But the Queen did not step forward, even though she opened the tightly closed palace for Emperor Doyle.

She simply stood there and bowed slightly to show her respect for her ancestors.

This made Emperor Doyle appear somewhat disappointed.

Yes, how could she trust herself?

After a helpless smile, Emperor Doyle pointed to his five old friends behind him and said:

Are you doubting that I am still King Leumann I?

"That's normal, after all, how did I end up out here?"

“I had thought of telling you before that it was because my five old friends finally discovered the truth, rescued me, and let me take advantage of the fact that he was mentally disturbed by Trajan to join forces with the enemy and kill him.”

At this point, the old man chuckled self-deprecatingly:

“But I can’t, I can’t deceive my little Vivian. Oh, I’m sorry how I address you, but you really are so much like her.”

Emperor Doyle had thirteen pure-blooded children in his lifetime, but only one of them was a girl.

That is, Princess Vivian Baratheon.

That was Emperor Doyle's favorite child.