The Destruction of the Empire

Beneath the tree roots, a rusty iron sword rested quietly there.

"He was such an incredible person. Later generations called him the Sword Apostle, and this was the iron sword he used?" Mel still felt it would be safer to dig it up and take a look.

"Kain, how about digging it up?"

Under Mel's insistence, they still dug open the grave. A decayed skeleton lay in the dirt. Judging by the mask, it did indeed belong to the Sword Apostle, and there were even strands of hair that had not completely rotted away.

But even after going that far, Mel still felt that the person buried in the ground was not the Sword Apostle. Perhaps they had simply killed someone at random and used him as a substitute. The body had already decayed so badly that it was difficult to judge from appearance alone.

Kain shoveled the dirt back in, muttering, "Sorry, Senior."

If they wanted to continue the magical transfer, they first needed to determine the current time. The Carlos Empire should be close to destruction, making it a natural sacrifice.

Before they could investigate further, they discovered an army beyond the northern plains.

It looked like an army of slave owners. Their uniforms were not standardized.

"Is this the time?" Mel looked toward Azuk.

"Go confirm it. It should be easy enough to ask around." Azuk remained confident in his calculations. Based on the timeline, this should be when the allied forces attacked the Carlos Empire, which meant the transfer magic that would destroy the empire was not far away.

"Dear, are those the slave owners' troops? Have they still rebelled?" Azuk's lover walked to his side, her eyes filled with pity.

His Majesty Carlos had worked so hard to establish this empire, a nation capable of