So... in this world, couldn't anyone just die properly?
Seeing the Alliance Emperor, Richard was not as shocked as Oscar. Instead, he began grumbling inwardly.
Back at the White Stone Tower funeral, Macbeth had faked his death. Had the Alliance Emperor learned that trick too? And if the people from the Truth Society were included, they either came back to life after dying or simply could not be killed at all. Maybe people in this world really did possess some trait that made them "hard to kill"? But then again, what was the Alliance Emperor's purpose in doing this? The dead returning to life, the deceased coming back—was it just to scare people for fun? Or was he trying to use death to evade the debts he owed Richard? Then why had he summoned Richard here?
As Richard continued grumbling inwardly, Oscar spoke up.
Oscar's eyes were wide as he asked the Alliance Emperor. His voice trembled slightly from agitation. "Your Majesty, what exactly is going on? I clearly saw your body in the Imperial Palace. It wasn't just me—many ministers and the princes saw it too."
"I know." The Alliance Emperor waved his huge, bear-paw-like hand dismissively.
"Ahem." After coughing lightly twice, the Alliance Emperor explained, "That was merely a double, meant to make some people believe that I had truly died."
"But why?" Oscar still did not understand.
Richard did not understand either. After all, ordinary people did not hold funerals for themselves—no matter how one looked at it, that was inauspicious. What if the fake funeral accidentally turned into a real one?
"It's very simple. Quite a few people have been hoping for my death, Oscar." The Alliance Emperor answered, a contemptuous look appearing in his eyes. His voice rumbled. "Oscar, you should know that my health