The Emperor's Funeral

"His Majesty's funeral?!"

Twilight Province. The skies over the entire province were stained by the radiance of magic. This was the first war in the Empire's history in which mages had fully entered the battlefield. The whole world witnessed the terror of the magic wielders; their magical power left even the increasingly frenzied orcs helpless.

"Dammit, how did this happen?!"

Volvo roared, suppressing his fury. Before, he had wanted to return to the Imperial Capital, but now he only wanted to remain in the Northlands. As long as he won the war, the nobles would push him onto the imperial throne.

He only needed to proceed step by step.

"This is Prince Freud's scheme."

At Volvo's side, Chrysus said this. He was equally unwilling to accept it, but clearly, Prince Freud's side would not let Volvo easily become the Empire's next emperor.

"By custom, His Majesty's funeral must be held on Divine Grace Festival, with priests offering prayers for the great God of Light to guide the Emperor into the Eternal Kingdom of Heaven, where he may enjoy infinite life."

"Dammit, they can't hold the funeral so hastily!"

Volvo rebuked him in a restrained voice. He absolutely could not leave here now.

But... he also could not fail to appear at the Emperor's funeral. If he did, it would be tantamount to giving up his bid for the imperial throne.

"That bastard Floyd could never have come up with a method like this. Was it the nobles? Did Grand Duke Rodriguez give him the idea?"

Bang!

Volvo slammed his fist onto the table, gritting his teeth.

"I already promised him that the president of the Mage Association would not be any Legend other than Rodriguez. What exactly does he want?!"

Chrysus was surprised. He had not expected Volvo to have