Novel & Cerita Human Emperor

Lady? "Rise," the emperor commands. I raise from deep curtsy. And I wish I could tell you the Emperor is a healthy-looking man. But he isn't. I know from my history class Emperor Titus dies young. The history books don't mention what he dies of. But the man in front of me is sickly. His skin is paper-thin, stretched against bone. His hair is graying, and he looks gray and tired. He's not much longer for this world.

Alfredo stared at the ceiling while his mind wandered aimlessly. In Omni, the king and the prince were having a discussion on this topic as well. “Are you suggesting that I accept the man that destroyed my city as a Dragon Emperor AND someone that we can trust?” It was more like an argument for Kronos. “Father, his ancestor is literally called the Destroyer and was still crowned as a Dragon Emperor. Besides, all the Emperors started gaining fame by destroying something too. Half a small city is not even comparable to the feats that the older Dragon Emperors did.” Elderia said.

Either way, one of them had to be my distant grandmother. Because of her, his blood runs through my veins. But that is the only connection between us. Because outside of that, I find no other resemblance. The first Emperor was a hard man with a hard face framed in deep red hair. His eyes were so red they were almost black like obsidian. And his face was chiseled in angles and opulence.

"How did you get married without my permission, Harriet Goldlane?" Harriet squinted at those dark, hideous eyes. Axias Euclase, the Third Emperor of the Continent of the Euclase Empire, or the nicknamed Blue Dragon Knight who rules the Dawning Sky. The best emperor and most loved by his subjects, and the man who made Harriet his right-hand man. "Especially into that Monster Family, Almandine?" the man asked sharply. "Have you lost your mind?"

King Chu shook his head; he and We Yan had already discussed this, but We Yan’s answer hadn’t put his mind at ease. “We Yan did become a member of a power on the Mainland, but he didn’t tell me which one. And there is an empire that holds sway over our hundred kingdoms—yet we’ve never met a single person from that empire except for We Yan!” He explained everything to General Ning; as General Ning heard all this from the king, his expression grew very somber. Even the glass in his hand shattered upon hearing this information, which was so painful to him.

The black sails loomed over them like the wings of a crow. "Welcome home, Prince Noah," Valerius said. He reached out a hand to help Noah up. Noah didn't take it. He grabbed the rope ladder and started to climb, pulling Ethan up behind him. They reached the deck. A hundred Southern soldiers stood in perfect formation. At the end of the line was a man in purple silk. He had Noah’s eyes. He had Noah’s jaw. The Emperor. "You look terrible," the Emperor said. He didn't move. He didn't embrace him. He just looked at the blood and the leather.

And there, sitting on a throne of liquid gold, was the Emperor of the East. ​He did not look like the man Lin had described. He was young, his features sharp and beautiful, his skin a radiant bronze. But his eyes were not human. They were two perfect spheres of emerald glass, reflecting the entire room in a thousand different facets. ​“You are late, Winifred,” the Emperor said, his voice echoing with the resonance of a thousand bells. ​“Where is the Emperor?” I demanded, stepping in front of Winnie.

"His Highness, the Imperial Grandson, has returned!" The cries echoed one after another, rippling outward through the entire palace like waves. Outside the Emperor's private chambers, the chief steward Edmund Linton came out to greet us personally. His eyes were red-rimmed. "Your Highness, His Majesty has been waiting for you." The doors opened. A thick medicinal smell washed over us. On the great canopied bed, the old Emperor reclined against cushions. He was gaunt and withered, barely recognizable from a year ago. The moment he saw Adrian, tears welled up in his clouded eyes.

His hands clasped behind his back. Like a professor delivering a lecture. Like a man completely unconcerned by the danger around him. "The problem with history," he said quietly, "is that people only remember the names on buildings." His fingers brushed against an old shelf. "Dynasties." Corporations. Governments. Families." A pause. Then— "They never remember the people standing behind the curtain." The words echoed through the room. And for the first time, Seraphina understood what the Circle truly was.