The Empror's Trap-Chapter 98: ch - Midnight and Morning

At midnight, most people in Vitnan City were asleep. Even the night traders had already gone to bed to rest.

However, in a small alley in the northern part of Vitnan, a solitary figure was walking.

The man was dressed in a black robe with a cross hanging on his chest.

In the dark alley, the sword-shaped cross occasionally reflected the sporadic lights from a distance.

The man walked deeper into the dark alley, as if entering a bottomless abyss. From the depths of the abyss, a bone-chilling sound of chewing and tearing could be heard.

As the man’s footsteps drew closer to the sound, he flicked his black robe sleeve, and a short sword slid into his hand.

"I praise the glory of the Lord, as if He has already come to the world."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man sprinted towards the depths of the alley.

At that moment, a blood-stained orc roared and lunged at him from the darkness!

The short sword in his hand met the orc’s sharp claws. However, the seemingly slender short sword emitted a faint light upon contact, cleanly cutting through the orc’s claws that could penetrate iron.

He did not stop there. Almost as soon as the short sword severed the orc’s claws, he clenched his left fist and struck the orc’s abdomen hard.

The burly orc paused, the intense pain from his abdomen driving him into a frenzy. He roared and lunged at the human, wanting to tear him to pieces.

However, this plan did not come to fruition. The moment the orc’s arm touched the man, he felt one of his arms being firmly grasped, and his body felt light as he was thrown nearly ten meters away!

The orc, who had been thrown heavily to the ground, could not understand. The man in front of him was just a human.

A sharp pain came from his abdomen. The orc looked down and saw a sharp short sword—half of it—stuck in his abdomen. The other half was in the hand of the man who had just been there.

When did it get stabbed in?

Looking at the black-robed figure, the orc realized one thing: this was not an opponent he could handle.

So, he should stop hunting. He had already eaten one prey, and he only had one life.

Thinking this, the orc covered the wound on his abdomen and ran away at full speed.

The black-robed man watched him flee and raised the remaining half of the short sword in his hand.

He gripped the hilt and then, aiming at the orc’s direction, he threw it forcefully.

The remaining half of the short sword made a slight whistling sound in the air and accurately hit the orc’s ankle.

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The orc roared and struggled, but his ankle had been pierced, making it impossible for him to continue running.

The man walked towards him step by step. He flicked his arm again, and a brand new short sword slid into his hand.

The orc, who had initially underestimated the man, now felt a real sense of danger. He desperately dragged his nearly crippled leg backward, using his remaining magic to try to speed up the healing of his wounds. However, the man had already reached him.

"Wait! I am willing to cooperate with you! I accept the church’s trial! I will also obey the summons of the Inquisition... You need to follow procedures for a trial, right?"

He struggled, trying to buy himself a chance to survive.

The man said nothing. He threw the short sword in his hand, nailing the orc’s other foot and completely shattering the orc’s dream of using a sudden single-leg burst to attack him.

Then, he drew the sword from his waist. Compared to the previous short sword, this one was sharper and shimmered with a silvery glow.

"May the Lord grant you peace."

Blood spurted out, and the orc’s hot blood stained the ground.

…

Kenji had a dream.

In the dream, he saw countless people running and wailing.

On the battlefield, countless corpses lay on the ground, all of them with looks of surprise on their faces, some even still wearing the smiles they had in life.

What killed them was not swords or spears. Those strange weapons dissipated the moment they pierced through the human body.

Kenji stood up and looked around.

The whole world seemed to be murmuring something:

"Fight for me and defy..."

Kenji stood there, stunned, quietly standing on the battlefield. The pitiful people died one after another, raindrops falling from the sky took away countless lives. He was in the center of the battlefield, witnessing everything that was happening.

Vaguely, he heard someone calling his name.

"Kenji... Kenji..."

He turned around and froze in place.

Pluvia Camelot was covered in blood and stood there.

She walked towards him step by step, but Kenji felt a hint of danger.

In the sky, the raindrops that were about to fall on people’s heads seemed to receive some command and all flew towards Pluvia... At that moment...

"KENJI!"

A shout filled with anger jolted Kenji awake.

"Your Majesty!"

He sat up abruptly and then felt a bang on his head.

"Ouch!"

…

In the year 578 of the Camelot calendar, the Emperor and Duke Anos visited the Vishi Empire. Duke Anos was drunk and did not wake up. The Emperor called him, and the Duke suddenly woke up, hitting the Emperor’s head.

"Your Majesty... are you okay?"

Kenji looked at Pluvia, who was squatting on the ground, holding her head and moaning in pain, feeling a bit guilty.

But it wasn’t his fault. He was just startled awake. Who knew that Her Majesty was so close? His sudden movement almost broke her head...

He was fine because he had headbutted others on the battlefield many times, so his head was quite hard.

Pluvia was in too much pain to speak, but she waved one hand to indicate that she was okay.

After a while, she stood up and had a Royal Guard bring her some ointment to prevent bruising.

"You came back last night and started sleeping. No matter how much we called you, you wouldn’t wake up. Just now, the guards came to call you, and you still wouldn’t wake up... Today, there is a review ceremony. You, as the military representative, cannot be absent."

Pluvia did not mince words and directly explained the situation.

Kenji finally realized.

He had indeed slept very soundly last night because he had drunk a bit too much at the banquet in order to build good relations with the officials for future contacts. He had tried to control his alcohol intake and really didn’t drink that much, but after the banquet ended and he returned to Thelia Palace, he had collapsed on the bed, dead drunk... If Pluvia hadn’t called him, he would probably still be in a deep sleep.

"I am truly sorry. I drank a bit too much yesterday," Kenji immediately apologized. "I will get ready right away."

"Be quick. We have about two hours. I hope you are not the type who needs to put on makeup before going out."