The Former Empress Roughly Hides Her Abilities - Chapter 153

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【Chapter 153】

Rianel had cleverly orchestrated the timing of Yuna’s escape.

So that Yuna, betrayed by the Emperor, would have no choice but to grasp the last option remaining to her.

Driven to the extreme as Rianel intended, then suddenly obtaining what she wanted, Yuna became reckless and rash.

‘I can go back. Finally… if I just kill the Emperor, everything will end…’

Yuna was so focused on the raised dagger piercing her target that she failed to see the knight standing behind the Emperor.

Or that he had approached close behind her.

The consequence of her carelessness was brutal.

“…!”

The blade of the knight with his helmet pulled low pierced through Yuna’s back.

The sword that cruelly severed the path of breath deep into her lungs made a hole through Yuna’s body and emerged.

Yuna stared blankly at the blood-stained blade.

The pain came more slowly than expected.

The moment the dagger that had approached close to the Emperor’s heart slipped from her hand.

Yuna collapsed with the sensation of her windpipe being blocked.

“You are foolish to the very end.”

Torbiyan clicked his tongue and picked up the book that had fallen to the floor.

“No, don’t…”

Even in the agony of her body convulsing, Yuna reached out to snatch the book.

“That’s mine, I…”

It would be fine to die here.

‘There will be another chance.’

A second opportunity that would come with regression.

There was only one way to utilize it.

‘I have to possess the book.’

Only by having the original at the end could she return to the past with all her memories intact.

Just as Pope Maron, who was merely an extra, had remembered multiple regressions.

‘Only then can I seize all opportunities.’

“I…”

Must become the chosen one,

“Persistent.”

Yuna’s attempt was helplessly scattered by a single kick from the Emperor.

“Ah, ugh, huh…”

Before the hand that clawed at empty air and fell could grasp despair, cracks spread from the ends. They spread throughout Yuna’s entire body and collapsed her form.

It was complete annihilation and banishment from this world.

No one looked back at Yuna’s death.

‘Regression.’

Torbiyan was the same.

Without even glancing at where Yuna had stood, he brushed the dust off the book’s cover.

‘Just what I needed most has fallen into my hands.’

Both his twisted relationship with his wife and his support rating that had plummeted to rock bottom could be restored.

‘If only I have this book.’

Yuna had even confessed the method of using the book with her own mouth before leaving.

‘Isn’t this as good as God giving me a second chance?’

The corners of Torbiyan’s mouth twitched upward.

Yuna had often called him the protagonist.

Torbiyan had dismissed her words because he didn’t understand their meaning, but now he thought he knew.

‘Yes, I am the protagonist.’

How else could such an opportunity have rolled his way?

Of course, not all preparations were complete.

‘A sacrifice is needed.’

For regression, the life of a major character was required.

Of course, it didn’t matter.

Torbiyan smiled as he looked at Rianel.

‘If Rianel is here, Duke Novantium will come this way too.’

It was only a matter of time, and thinking that everything would return to its original state, Torbiyan became magnanimous.

Magnanimous enough to forgive Rianel’s ‘mistake.’

“By the way, I clearly told you to wait in the bedchamber, so why are you in such a place?”

Rianel replied coolly.

“Confining Imperial citizens without just cause is an unjust act, and there is no obligation to comply with it.”

“Unjust, you say.”

Torbiyan grabbed and pulled Rianel’s chin.

Though Rianel’s gaze didn’t reach him, thinking she would soon be his, he couldn’t contain his elation.

“Are you not my Empress?”

Appointed by this world.

“This appears to be a claim lacking objective evidence, and seems to be a judgment due to cognitive distortion. Serious delusional symptoms are suspected.”

He shrugged his shoulders. A small burst of laughter spread throughout his body.

“So you’re saying I’m crazy? That nonsense is truly nostalgic.”

Do this, do that – your voice interfering in everything was so annoying to hear.

But after it disappeared, I miss it like a lie.

“Though rude, I shall forgive you.”

The moment I regress, even this moment and the resentment Rianel holds toward me will disappear.

“You will obediently become my Empress.”

Please become a doll that unfolds the dreams I envision by my side.

Instead of responding to those words, Rianel looked at the knight standing behind him.

Due to the helmet that completely covered his face, she couldn’t tell what expression he was making.

Just as it had been false when he gripped his sword hilt when the Emperor’s hand touched Rianel’s face, the knight maintained his upright posture.

Rianel surveyed the knight’s surroundings.

A quiet night without even a breath of wind.

After confirming there were no approaching presences or noteworthy anomalies, Rianel stared at Torbiyan again.

“Are you certain that regressing to the past will solve all problems, Your Majesty?”

“There won’t even be a need to solve them.”

Torbiyan, interpreting Rianel’s reaction as resignation, smirked.

“I’ll be returning to a time when there were no problems to begin with.”

Then. The tree branch behind Torbiyan swayed.

The time to strike the final blow was approaching.

Rianel asked a question to buy time until the very end.

“Were you aware that Yuna possessed a sacred relic capable of regression?”

In addition to opening the splendid stage of the national marriage to bring down the Saint.

It was extremely suspicious that he had revealed himself the moment Yuna spilled all the secrets of the sacred relic.

“I didn’t know precisely.”

Torbiyan laughed.

“However, I suspected she had another hidden card.”

Those who hold a trump card don’t easily become desperate.

Because they’re always calculating their next move.

“It was too obvious that you were thinking of other things while with me.”

‘His cunning certainly works well.’

Rianel clicked her tongue inwardly.

If he had been born as a minor noble instead of Emperor, he would have had no shortage in making a living.

‘Being born wearing clothes that don’t fit his abilities would be his misfortune.’

Of course, that too was now over.

Rustle.

The sound of grass being stepped on cut through the night air.

Rianel’s lips twisted into a smirk.

“Unfortunately, it will be difficult to pass with a C grade using the current method.”

Torbiyan was the same as always, both then and now.

How could he always only see one move ahead?

“What nonsense are you spouting again—”

Just as Torbiyan was about to dismiss Rianel’s words as nonsense.

Thwack.

A flying arrow pierced through his arm.

“Gaaah!”

Torbiyan staggered and clutched his arrow-struck arm.

He didn’t even notice the book falling from his hand.

Gripping the arrow shaft, Torbiyan glared into the darkness from where the arrow had come.

“Wh-who dares!”

How dare someone shoot at me, the Emperor?

Torbiyan scanned his surroundings thoroughly to tear apart the culprit.

The sound of horse neighing cut through the darkness.

Breaking through the promenade that only Imperial Family members could access, a man on horseback appeared.

“Well, this is quite nostalgic.”

It was Hulbert, Asil’s grandfather.

Torbiyan’s Adam’s apple bobbed roughly as he confirmed the wrinkled face that resembled Asil.

“That crazy old man dares! Do you know who you just shot an arrow at?”

“Of course I do. Though I may be aged, I am not blind.”

The old man stroked his horse’s neck once, then raised his bow again.

“I couldn’t come empty-handed to the ceremony where His Imperial Majesty takes a spouse. So I prepared a congratulatory gift.”

Whizz—.

The second arrow pierced precisely through his shoulder blade.

“Guhk!”

“This is repaying the grudge held by the child who will become our daughter-in-law.”

Though it’s ridiculously cheap compared to the price of ruining the Empire.

Torbiyan’s eyes became bloodshot after being struck by two arrows.

He pointed at Hulbert with his chin.

“Hurry and capture that madman! Kill that insolent old fool who dared wound my sacred body!”

The knight who received Torbiyan’s command drew his sword.

Torbiyan, who didn’t doubt for a moment that it would be directed at Hulbert, raised the corners of his mouth.

“Yes, that’s him! Kill that bastard right—”

However, his laughter died when the blade was thrust beneath his throat.

“Wh-what.”

At the same time, the knight removed his helmet.

“Have you been well all this time, Your Majesty?”

The face he least wanted to see at this moment smiled right before his nose.

It was Asil.

“How are you here…”

How long had he been there? What happened to the original guard knight? From where had this been planned? And so on.

When Torbiyan, with all his questions tangled in confusion, only moved his lips silently.

Other footsteps were heard.

This time there were many of them.

“Oh my. Are we one step late?”

The one leading was Duke Vincenheim.

A man who only visited Torbiyan occasionally for official business, but today he wore a smile filled with personal feelings.

Behind him, all the civil servants who attended the Administrative Council and the nobles who came to witness the national wedding appeared in a line.

“You’re always like that. Have you ever kept an appointment on time?”

Hulbert clicked his tongue.

“It couldn’t be helped. Do you think gathering all the nobles in one place is easy?”

Even amid the comedic conversation, the encirclement toward Torbiyan was tight.

Surrounded by the crowd, Torbiyan hurriedly turned his gaze to find an exit, but Former Duke Piolren’s voice reached him first.

“What in the world is this disgraceful behavior?”

Soon after, criticism from the elder nobles followed in succession.

“Even if you are His Majesty the Emperor, you cannot arbitrarily take another’s fiancée.”

“Moreover, changing the bride at the sacred national wedding ceremony. This is an act that insults propriety.”

Torbiyan gritted his teeth and launched a counterattack.

“I have never stolen another’s fiancée. The Princess was originally my Empress! Rather, it was Novantium who stole my Empress—”

“How truly despicable.”

However, what returned was not understanding but mockery.

“Wh-what did you say.”

“How long do you intend to continue defiling the Former Empress’s name?”

The gazes toward Torbiyan held no loyalty, not even reverence.

Seeing the faces that denied his authority made his throat dry and his breath constricted.

It was only natural.

Torbiyan’s authority, which had begun to fall from the moment the national wedding proceeded, had completely hit rock bottom.

Torbiyan, who had been stepping backward, looked back at Rianel.

‘Surely not.’

There was only one person who could set up a scheme of this magnitude.

Rianel’s lips twisted into a smirk.

“For an answer worthy of an A+, shouldn’t it be at least this much?”

Thus completed the perfect scorer’s report.

All expression disappeared from Torbiyan’s face as he lost his arrogance.

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