Emperor's Champion の小説・ストーリー

The city lights blurred. Elara pressed her palm to her belly. The life inside moved again, a tiny stubborn beat. She whispered, “I will keep you safe,” and did not know if promise was brave or foolish. A message flashed on her phone: CONFIRMATION: TRANSACTION COMPLETE—from Adrian’s office. She swallowed hard. The words felt like a lock. They drove through streets bright with other people’s lives. The car turned into a quieter road. Elara watched the city recede and thought of names—Victor Hale, board members with polite faces. She thought of how easy it was for men to turn rumor into law.

"Oh..." "That task takes a lot of mana so most people tend to not practice it" Hector said and she finally balanced herself up, "I'm surprised you haven't fallen asleep, that means you have quite a bit of mana in there, and that explains why you were picked by the king". Hector gave a delighted smile and for once Alexis saw an emotion on his face aside from that polite mask he wore. It was excitement. Though she didn't understand why, she was just glad he could relax around her a bit. "Speaking of that scum- Emperor, where is he?" She came to the assumption he was in the carriage shortly after she asked.

The cavaliers gave them the space as the two boys stared into their blue eyes. “I will destroy you and your friends too,” The Emperor said without breaking a sweat. “You are killing me with your horrible breath already,” Ginika hissed. The Emperor pushed him backward and charged again. They were both burning with blue flames and each clang of the blue sword sent a heat of vibration throughout the entire arena.

I, on the other hand, had chosen the Elite Athlete System. I became America's youngest Olympic champion and one of the greatest athletes of my generation. Even Ethan Walker, the heir to the powerful Walker family, whom Emily had never been able to win over, ended up chasing me. I had both fame and fortune. Unable to accept that, Emily murdered me. And now, we were both sixteen again. Before the mysterious figure could finish speaking, Emily shouted, "I choose the Elite Athlete System!" The hooded figure revealed half of a gentle smile. "But a moment ago, you said your greatest wish was extraordinary beauty."

She stood up and gloomily packed up her things, ready to leave. At this time, the voice of the host rang out again, "The most exciting moment has come. Who on earth will be the heroine of the 'War Emperor'?" He opened the last card, "The champion of this audition is none other than Eva!" When she heard her name, Eva trembled violently, thinking that he had heard it wrong. However, Hazel heard it clearly, she leaped up like a happy little bird. "Evan, you're the champion. You're the heroine!"

But one common trait she learned from the people was his greed for power. “All hail, Emperor Sargan the Sunborne, Chosen of the Sun God, Ember of the Phoenix, the Father of Drava, and Ruler of the Red Empire,” Councilor Hakim announced. “Your Eminence—the Archon Hunter of Shavath, Estes Amev and Grand Hunter Lorath Morvil.” “Rise,” Emperor Sargan said impatiently. When they all stood, Larice spied his bright, brown eyes—fiercer than any blade, and his dark, curly hair, reaching down to his shoulders. He studied his subjects one by one while tapping his fingers on the armrest of his seat.