"H-how is this possible?!"
"Could he already be an Immortal... no, even an Immortal might not possess such power!"
"Impossible! W-was none of this in the Prophecy?!"
The crowd immediately panicked.
Crawford still held his head high, but the indifference on his face had given way to perversity and brutality. He finally reached the Throne and sat down, looking at the nobles with a savage grin, as though they were pigs in a pen waiting to be slaughtered.
He held the Scepter in one hand and the Longsword in the other. Blood flowed down the Throne and the Longsword, staining his robes and the Scepter red as well.
On the day of the New Emperor's coronation, blood flowed through the Imperial Palace.
Many recalled the blood shed when the nobles had assassinated the Prince amid the ruins. Now there was a new Imperial Palace and a new sovereign, yet the same blood flowed across the ground beneath their feet.
More and more noble blood flowed.
The coronation Ritual came to a hasty end.
Elliot left with the nobles fleeing in panic. When he departed, Crawford was facing off against Tobias.
He took a carriage back to the Mansion, carefully wiping the blood spattered on his face with a handkerchief.
Things would be lively in the Imperial Palace for a while. With all the old and new grudges between this Tyrant and the nobles, there would probably have to be rivers of blood.
Though Crawford wanted to kill all the nobles, his current strength was not enough, and this power probably could not be used at will either. This would likely be a protracted tug-of-war between the emperor and the nobles.
As for where Crawford's immense power had come from, Elliot did have a vague suspicion.
Crawford had probably relied not