In This Life, I Will Be The Lord - Chapter 282
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This Life, I Will Become the Clan Head
Special Episode
【Special Episode – The Day Tia Regressed】
“You’re late, Chanton.”
Peres said, looking out the window where drizzle was falling.
Though darkness had long since fallen over the Crown Prince’s quarters,
with only a few lights lit, deep shadows had settled across his face.
“There was an accident on the way here.”
“An accident?”
“Yes.”
Though it was just a brief answer, Peres looked at Chanton Seosseou with cold eyes.
A few years ago, this man who had voluntarily stepped down from his position as Imperial Guard Captain never spoke unnecessary words.
“Is this something I need to know about?”
“A carriage struck a drunk pedestrian, and when we checked the woman’s identity, she turned out to be a bastard child of Lombardi.”
At Chanton Seosseou’s words, Peres twisted his lips viciously.
Today was the day he had finally succeeded in closing Lombardi’s doors.
So he thought there would be no more occasions to hear the name Lombardi.
It was just like Lombardi to be persistent until the very end.
“Did Biejie Lombardi have an illegitimate child?”
“Not Biejie, but his younger brother Gallahan Lombardi’s bastard child.”
“I hadn’t heard that Biejie had another brother besides Lorels.”
Peres said, thinking of Lombardi’s spineless second son.
“Apparently the third son of Rulak Lombardi who died in battle long ago. The bastard child’s name is Pirenthia Lombardi…”
“Enough.”
Peres stopped Chanton Seosseou’s report with a single gesture.
“I don’t need to know that much. Just make sure to compensate the bereaved family properly.”
“She seemed to be living alone in Lombardi City without any connections, so compensation shouldn’t be a concern.”
“Then that’s even better. A bastard child who escaped great misfortune despite Lombardi’s downfall, only to die in a carriage accident. It’s as if she shared the same fate as the family despite her station.”
With those words as his last, Peres shook off his sentiments about Lombardi’s bastard child.
Instead, he rose from the chair he had been sitting in and asked Chanton Seosseou.
“Your decision to accompany me hasn’t changed?”
“I’m simply grateful for the opportunity to witness Angenas’s end with my own eyes.”
Peres nodded silently and took the lead.
Their steps quickly passed through the dim corridor of the Crown Prince’s quarters and entered the lit paths of the Imperial Palace.
However, only the bleak sound of rain flowed between the two men.
Upon reaching their destination, Peres paused briefly to admire the view of the Empress’ Quarters.
The sight of the Empress’ Quarters with all lights extinguished and no one coming or going resembled its owner’s condition and was quite satisfying.
Thud, thud.
The sound of two footsteps heavy with moisture echoed through the corridor of the Empress’ Quarters, but there was no one to block them or greet them.
Everyone except the two guards standing outside the bedroom where the Empress was confined should have vacated the palace.
It was the command of the stern Crown Prince Peres, who held the power of the Lambru Empire in one hand.
When the two men stood before the bedroom door, a sharp crashing sound followed by screaming came from inside.
Crash!
“Open it! Open this door immediately!”
However, the guards standing before the door did not react to the Empress’s tearful shriek.
With tense faces, they only looked at the Crown Prince.
“Open it.”
Just one word.
At Peres’s brief command, the door to the Empress’ Quarters bedroom, which hadn’t been opened for the past week, opened.
Whoosh-!
Peres stepped inside and caught what was flying toward him.
Thunk!
What landed in his grasp was an already half-broken table clock.
The one who had thrown it was the Empress, Lavinia Angenas, breathing heavily with her hair completely disheveled.
To the point where her past as the Empire’s greatest beauty seemed meaningless, having lost everything, she was nothing but a haggard criminal.
“You bastard! You bastard, where do you think this is!”
Lavinia Angenas screamed desperately.
However, her voice, drained of all strength and filled only with malice, had long been hoarse, and the once luxurious bedroom had become a mess at the hands of its owner who couldn’t control her anger.
With an expressionless face, Peres briefly surveyed the room and approached Lavinia Angenas, who was barely standing while gripping a round table.
Crunch, crunch.
With each step, sharp glass fragments shattered into smaller pieces under his heavy military boots.
“Have you made your decision?”
At Peres’s first words, the Empress’s thin body flinched.
A few days ago, when Peres had visited the Empress’ Quarters, he had given her one choice.
“Poison or rope. How will you die, Lavinia Angenas.”
It was around that time that the Empress, who had maintained some dignity until then, began her descent into madness.
“I think I’ve given you enough time to think.”
“That, that kind of…!”
Lavinia Angenas’s face turned deathly pale, then she immediately strained the veins in her neck.
“I am the Empress of the Lambru Empire! His Majesty is still alive and well, how dare someone like you!”
“Alive and well?”
Peres snorted with laughter.
“He’s been a half-corpse unable to even open his eyes for days now, isn’t saying ‘alive and well’ a bit excessive, Lavinia Angenas?”
“His, His Majesty…”
Lavinia Angenas, who had been unaware of outside affairs due to being confined in the bedroom, staggered from the great shock.
“You demon! How could you, how could you do that to your own parents…!”
“Parents?”
Peres asked back.
“Do I have parents? My mother died at the Emperor’s hands long ago, and I’ve never once had what could be called a father.”
His red eyes, which had slowly closed once, glared at Lavinia Angenas.
“You wouldn’t dare suggest that you’re like a mother to me, would you, Lavinia Angenas.”
Faced with the killing intent directed at her, the Empress couldn’t even breathe properly, let alone answer.
Only the sound of labored breathing flowed through the ruined bedroom.
“Come in.”
It was Peres who broke the momentary silence.
At his low command, the two guards who had been standing outside the door entered the bedroom and firmly closed the door.
“What, what are you trying to do…!”
Sensing the ominous atmosphere, Lavinia Angenas stepped backward.
All she could feel behind her was the hard bedroom wall.
The Empress, who had turned deathly pale, began to plead with her hands clasped together after seeing the rope in the guard’s hands.
“Please spare me! This cannot be! You cannot do this to me, the Empress!”
In the end, Lavinia Angenas half-knelt before Peres.
“Just let me live. I’ll be confined somewhere in a pavilion and live as if dead. So, so please…”
“My mother used to beg like that.”
Peres, who cut off Lavinia Angenas’s plea like that, asked Chanton Seosseou indifferently.
“Are you planning to stay?”
“Yes. I will do so.”
Upon hearing Chanton Sersheu’s answer, Peres turned around immediately.
He had no time to waste watching Lavinia Angenas’s final moments.
Click.
A scream filled with anguish came from beyond the door that closed behind him, but Peres did not look back.
He leisurely walked through the deathly quiet Empress’s quarters and moved toward the Crown Prince’s palace.
Then he stopped.
Standing there, letting the falling rain soak him completely, he soon changed direction.
The well-maintained path disappeared, trees became more numerous, and then a dense forest appeared.
He walked deep into it for quite some time.
His footsteps, leaving marks on the damp earth, finally stopped when he reached a half-collapsed pavilion.
A dreary wind pushed against his back.
Climbing the creaking stairs, he roughly pushed open the door with its wobbling hinges.
In this vast Imperial Palace, this was a place that only he occasionally visited.
A single chair placed where one could look out the window, and a bottle of liquor beside it.
It was his place.
As he sat down heavily, dusty particles rose into the air, but Peres silently poured liquor into his cup.
When the insomnia left by the poison he had steadily consumed since childhood due to Lavinia Angenas’s schemes worsened, he would swallow this strong liquor and endure the long nights.
The brown liquid, so potent that there were hardly any places that produced it anymore, went down his throat.
Even with the burning pain, his expressionless face remained unchanged.
His dark red eyes, dampened and gloomy as if soaked by rain, gazed toward the distant Imperial Palace.
“Since holding two state funerals would be troublesome, two days from now would be good.”
Thus, the day Emperor Yobanes would die was decided.
Finally, Peres, who had emptied all the strong liquor in just two gulps, suddenly spoke.
“Are you satisfied now, Mother?”
However, no answer came back.
Peres, looking down at the empty cup with no contents, closed his eyes for a long time.
His revenge was complete.
Soon he would ascend to the Emperor’s throne.
It felt empty.
A feeling that he was missing something significant crept up the back of his head.
It was familiar yet unpleasant.
What exactly was it?
What had I missed?
He questioned himself.
Of course, as always, he could not find an answer.
“The illegitimate child of Lombardi.”
The woman he had never seen, who was said to have died along with Lombardi today, briefly crossed his mind.
But that was all.
Peres opened his eyes again and looked out through the dusty window.
Rain was still falling in the darkness.
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