The Emperor took his time to explain this horrific method of execution he was about to try out on the unfortunate captive King, who was now terrified.
After he had finished explaining everything, the general atmosphere in the royal province changed. The crowd fell silent - not that it wasn't silent before now, but this time, there was not even a whisper. Everyone had fallen silent, not by the order of the Emperor, but by shock from what he had just said. And he wasn't joking either, as executioners had come out with the pole to carry out the harsh execution process. The men that had come out weren't actors by any means, but actual killers who had supervised countless executions in the past. Given their past record, it was unlikely the Emperor would call them out to take part in feigning a brutal execution. They had been briefed by Leonard on what to do and were trusted to do just that despite how grueling it was. They were e"Well, with everyone patiently waiting inside, I see no reason why we can't have our conversation out here, don't you think?" asked Vlad as he folded his hands with a faint smile on his face. "Alright" Zaraki said, not wanting to ask more from the Emperor. "This execution that just took place, do you really intend to keep enforcing it on people?" Vlad kept quiet for several seconds before replying. "Not in the slightest" he said. "I might have been angry with the captured King enough to order such a heinous execution, but I almost immediately realised that it's not for me. Not even I am merciless enough to repeat something as brutal as this. It was a trail run, never to be done again." Zaraki gave a sigh of relief. "So that means you will no longer impale people like this anymore?" he asked. "This will be the last time something like this happens, right?" "I never said that, Zaraki" Vlad replied, and the butler frowned. "While I don't have the heart of stone to keep doing such a
The meeting with the nobles and senators was a long but productive one. As always, this important meeting lasted for over twelve hours, with the Emperor and everyone taking their time to discuss important issues and properly divide the score among themselves. They also discussed the nomination of new captains, lieutenants, and generals to replace the ones that had passed away from the last battle. The matter which took a huge chunk of their time was the discussion concerning the morality and feasibility of the execution they had witnessed a few hours before. Contrary to the reaction the Emperor thought he would get due to the shocking means through which execution of the captured King, there were a lot more people that he thought who came supporting the notion that it should be kept as a customary punishment for the worst criminals. However, there were still more people in opposition than those who were in favour. So it couldn't be impleme
The travel went on for days, and for the first time, the prince experienced thirst more than ever. The heat was almost unbearable, and the only thing that would make it all worth it was the Philosopher's Stone. He had underestimated the struggles of long travel, and though he has read about it a lot back at the Emperor's home, he still had a lot to know by experience. He had also naively assumed that the merchants had a near-infinite supply of water, but even that too was very limited. And unlike himself, the merchants were used to journeys such as this, so their bodies had adapted in some ways to this climate. Though Dracula know there was a possibility he would spend several years of his life searching for the Philosopher's Stone, as several people who knew far more than he did about alchemy weren't even lucky, it still slightly terrified him that this was the reality which might await him for the rest of his life. And wo
Abbula and Dracula began walking through the forests, looking around cautiously for anything strange or peculiar. Given all they now knew about the Forest, it would have been foolish to not be the least bit paranoid, even though on the surface, it just looked like a regular forest. Based on the map they had, there was a path in the midst of the woods, which they followed. According to those maps, in order to find what they were looking for, they have to follow the long path, which led to the caves, where the grave of the Alchemist was. On the surface, it seemed simple enough, but when the duo remembered the fact that only few people returned alive from this quest, they kept their expectations as low as they could. For a long time, neither of them spoke to one another, as their minds were focused on the goal at hand, each being too cautious for smalltalk. Or perhaps they were too afraid to talk, given the bad reputation this forest had with
The wandering duo had become a quintet, now including Carmo, the Archer, Arleno, the Swordsman, and Builius, the Barbarian. All five of them walked towards the caves, each awfully wary of the other, cautiously watching carefully to see who would pull a fast one first so each party would have an excuse to kill the other. Only Arleno kept a clear mind as he walked upfront, leading them towards the region where the caves were. Both parties tried to keep a safe distance from each other, with Abbula and Dracula being awfully cautious of the Archer, Carmo, whom they suspected could shoot at them very swiftly before they would be able to react. But the one that made Dracula most upset was Arleno, whom he suspected was a jack of all trades, given how he had grabbed Carmo's bow and arrow and landed a perfect strike on a rope over thirty feet from where he was standing within a split second. If he was that good with a bow and arrow, then
Dracula's power-hungry mindset didn't bode well with what was going on. He was barely able to accept adventuring with Abbula, who seemed trustworthy enough. Now he was working together with jungle bandits who wanted the same source of power he did. He found himself whispering his compulsive thoughts to himself as they walked along. "I want power." "I need power." "Without power, everything else is just idealistic garbage." "Power shouldn't be quelled, but craved. Not shared, but taken." "I can't have these people have access to such. It is mine. Mine, alone." While these thoughts plagued Dracula's mind, Arleno's voice brought him back to the present moment. They had arrived at what seemed to be a tall, large and circular barricade of thornbushes. At first glance, one would think it was a hoome in the middle of the jungle, but through the tiny spac
All Dracula could sense at the moment was pure darkness, his body felt numb to all feelings. And all that he could feel were his thoughts. "Oh, so is this what death feels like?" Dracula thought to himself for a moment, wanting to give in to his fate. But when he remembered what had caused his death in more detail, including his reasons for venturing into what led to it, he couldn't just let it end like this. "No, this can't be it" he thought to himself. "Not yet." And as he was doing so, he slowly began to feel his hands and feet, he felt his body start to feel like a body and the blackness slowly turning into dim light from the moon above. He opened his eyes and found himself right where he had died, looking around and seeing blood splattered around his body. He could remember his encounter with the Chimaera, which was trying to tear him apart, so he instantly got on his feet as fast as he could, ignoring his mild headache. H
"Also, it's not Tepez" he said to her. "Its Dracula." She nodded before he further introduced himself. "I am Vlad-Nosferatu Dracula" he said. "I have been gifted by God with the gift of eternal life, not the vague life promised in his Scriptures, but something that transcends even that. Because of this, by fate, I am the future ruler of all that breathes in this world. I am going to take down all three Emperors and become the only true Sovereign of this reality. Nobody shall stand against me, and my kingdom shall never end. I have chosen you to be my first disciple, because I wanted you to be a part of my dream. So now, you exist henceforth for my glory alone, and you will stand beside me until I find no use for you." Dracula then looked at her neck. "That might be a problem" he said as he noticed his bite mark. "Humans don't heal as fast, I remember." "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt. I'll cover it with something" she sa