System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 859 - 269: The Emperor of the Empire Dies Suddenly (10,000 Words)_4

Beneath Charlemagne VI's watchful eyes.

The enigmatic shadowy woman gradually set the glazed bottle onto the jade nightstand by the bed.

Once she finished these actions.

The shadowy woman's head abruptly twisted, her pitch-black face fixing straight on Charlemagne VI lying on the grand bed.

A strange voice blending male and female tones echoed from the shadowy woman's form.

"Your Majesty, do you require anything? Just say it freely!"

Hearing this chilling voice,

Charlemagne VI responded feebly, "You are... the Witch!"

"Damn it."

"How did you... get into Triumph City?"

"Aren’t you scared of getting caught by the Church's clergy and bound to the burning stake for execution?"

The shadowy woman appeared unmoved, even flashing a clear smile, "Your Majesty, naturally, someone invited me inside."

Charlemagne VI echoed her words in a frail stutter.

"Invited?"

"How... is that possible?"

"After the great witch hunt, everyone swore that any person or group spotting witches or wizards.

"Must wipe them out on the spot!"

"Why would anyone invite you into Triumph City?"

"Have they truly forgotten the ancient clash of light against darkness so soon?"

The shadowy woman stayed silent, merely circling the bed where Charlemagne lay.

Noticing her refusal to engage, Charlemagne shifted topics.

"Who... dispatched you to kill me?"

"Was it my two sons... or those ambitious Great Lords hungry for my swift demise to claim the whole Karedi Empire?"

"You can see my dire state right now."

"Killing me would be effortless; I simply... wish to die knowing the truth!"

A piercing feminine voice rang out from the shadowy woman's form.

"Take a guess."

At those words, Charlemagne VI's eyes darted rapidly, lost in contemplation.

Moments later, he inquired, "Mitchell?"

The instant after.

Charlemagne VI dismissed it outright, "No way it’s Mitchell!"

"Though he's proud and overconfident, that's not a flaw for the emperor's firstborn!"

"Even after the mishap in quelling Earl Becker's rebellion where I stripped his Spear of the Empire title.

"It's nowhere near sufficient to drive him to kingslaying and father-murder for the throne."

"Caesar? Impossible!"

"Caesar is the fine son I personally nurtured."

"How could he bring himself to hurt the father who guided him every step?"

Still musing out loud, Charlemagne VI continued, "Besides my two sons, only the Three Great Dukes remain!"

The shadowy woman remained quiet.

Her silence fueled Charlemagne's frail tone with bitterness.

"It really is them!"

"Sheep hiding savage wolves!"

"Traitors, every one of them to the Empire!"

As though sensing Charlemagne VI's ploy all along.

A masculine voice emerged from the shadowy woman's body.

"Your Majesty, no point thinking chatter like this will buy you time..."

Upon her words, Charlemagne VI's frame went rigid at once.

His words cut off, "What do you mean?"

The masculine voice resounded again.

"Your Majesty lives only because I've permitted it."

"Since... a key figure hasn't reached your bedchamber yet."

Confusion deepened in Charlemagne VI's gaze.

"Key... figure?"

His whisper had just faded.

The shadowy woman before him pivoted, gazing at the screen across from the bed.

Beyond the distant screen lay the bedchamber's main entrance.

Even from over ten meters away.

Charlemagne caught the footsteps outside the door, along with voices questioning the guard.

"Has the emperor gone to bed?"

"Your Highness, His Majesty has retired, and it's very late. Do you still want to enter?"

"Yes, I've been restless all day and must see the emperor!"

"..."

Recognizing the voice beyond the door, shock filled Charlemagne VI's eyes.

Something dawned on him.

He whipped his head around suddenly.

Staring at the shadowy woman now looming right before him.

As a gleaming silver-white dagger materialized slowly from her body.

Charlemagne VI cried out in terror, "What are you... going to do?"

"I am Charlemagne VI! Emperor of the vast Karedi Empire!"

"You dare not kill me!"

"Do you grasp the chaos that would engulf the Karedi Empire upon my death?"

"War, turmoil!"

"Mitchell and Caesar, together with their scheming accomplices, were bound to unleash chaos across the entire Karedi Empire!"

"I cannot die!"

"Even confined to my bed, I refuse to die!"

A masculine voice echoed from within the shadowy woman’s form.

"Your Majesty, unless you perish, the war that will reshape the destiny of the Karedi Empire cannot commence!"

"Therefore, die you must!"

Beneath Charlemagne VI’s gaze of utter disbelief.

Straight into his chest plunged the silvery-white dagger gripped in the shadowy woman’s hand.

Agonizing pain erupted in his mind without delay, swiftly racing through every part of his body.

Charlemagne’s right hand stretched out, attempting to clutch the shadowy woman at his side.