Novelas y relatos de An Imperial Affliction

I replied to blow up his fire of anger. "Liam, where are you?" He asked but his tone is abruptly changed. "Italy," I responded and thought but kept my words in my mind, "Welcome Dad. If you are behind this, you will be shot by your own son, whom you ordain and made the Emperor. "Liam..." "Dad," I sighed cutting him off and paused for a while. I continued, "Dad... You know me. Now, I'm the Emperor, so she is the Empress. And you know the punishment of harming the Empress. I will punish the person who is responsible for her state."

Cassius chuckled, shaking his head. “I believe the man has a secret recipe,” the physiker grinned, looking at the pot. Once Rex asked the physiker about how the imperials were doing against the godking, she went on to describe how much more intense the monthly assaults were becoming on the imperial city, adding in brief descriptions of beasts not even Dilo could recognise from her own time in the prince’s employ. “Why do the imperials not send an assault force of their own?” Rex asked once the physiker stopped speaking.

He grabs the back of the chair and throws it out of the window, angrily. "Roman," Eliza said, shocked. Imran was looking at him with interest. "I hate yellow and this nasty bag was on my chair," he said, coldly. Eliza looks at him in disappointment. Saliha instantly looks at Sana. "Sana, I can bring that..." Saliha said but Roman interrupted her. "If see that nasty bag here again I will set it on fire," he said. Imran was now looking at him with a slight smile. Saliha gasped.

The leader of the imperial guards held a long spear and stood in front of the emperor, shouting angrily, "How dare you! The sect immortals are here, and you've no right to spurt nonsense!" The Holy Land Realm cultivator impersonating Phillip scoffed and uttered, "How weak! Death is already knocking on your door, yet you're still so senseless." "What?" The head of the imperial guards was stunned. The next moment, he felt his chin itch. The irritation came very quickly, and it swiftly spread to both cheeks, his head, and all over his body! It felt like countless ants crawled wildly under his skin!

“Mr. George, Agatha—I mean, did I really poison Lucius’s farm?” George regarded her strangely. “I went under the knife, you know? The anesthesia was really strong, and I don’t remember some things.” Since no one was going to believe her that she was not Agatha, she decided to become her. George nodded, and his expression turned grave. “You did. Imperial Enterprises has top-class markets all around the world. Everything sold in them is known to be top class, even without advertisements. “While Imperial Enterprises wasn’t this prestigious before, its items were still really good, and their target market was the upper-class society. But suddenly, someone died from eating their agricultural prod

“H-His highness, the crown prince, however, had purchased the medication that was sold at auction two days prior. When the representative man seized the box of Millian, I-I spotted an imperial emblem!” Millian? Is that a forbidden substance that can affect one's emotions and make one feel euphoric or drugged? Although there are other uses for it, selling those substances is illegal within the empire, thus no one would sell it unless it was for a different reason. My mind was blown by what I’m hearing. I continue to enlarge my eyes until I finally gaze at the area in front of me and the Duchess's furious visage in a long, black gown appears. “You even have the temerity to mention an imperial

“Your daddy might’ve given you a title, but that it means absolutely nothing. Imperial Dukes are to be blessed by a ruling Precoza. That blessing gives them certainty immunities. Let’s see how Imperial you really are.” Imeela gave him a cold smirk as she jammed it into his arm. His body immediately broke out in a red rash. He was attempting to hold in his vocal reactions, but that only lasted so long. The pained cries clued us into his misery. “Hmm. It looks like you’re nothing but a pretender,” she mocked him. Then she filled up another syringe, which seemed to be an antidote to the other injection. Thankfully, his whining stopped because that was getting on my nerves.

I’d asked, my head dizzy with information “What about the Emperor?” “The emperor is someone who cant be held to normal standards. Wearing the crown, having so many people Lycans sworn to be loyal to you, your connection to them is divine as well, so the loss of a soulmate may be compensated by that.” Zen had said “As for my case…” “I had little affinity to begin with. Once the pain started, I thought I’d be dead before soon. It was such a relieving thought.” He sighed, almost bored “Alas that never came to be. I simply got better. In fact, I’ve never been sick ever since.”

(Mina) “..yeah…”.(Elijah) Although it might sounded rather absurd for such thing to be the cause of the Empire kept sending their Spies to infiltrate a nation, that already proved to be beyond their capability. The truth of the matter was, this is truly the reason, for the many people in the position of power in Fantasma, they tend to not react logically to denial and rejections, often time when they do not get what they want they tend to go on a spiral, this is the typical Nobility attitude, and for an Emperor, surely his reaction will become more and more absurd.