*At the Wurttemberg Estate*
"Sir, would you like to have your supper now?" Butler Han asked his Lord.
"No but fetch me the antidote." Sigurd's order whose breath was heavy while beads of sweat trickling down his face in glistening rivulets and there's a strong pain in his head that made him clutched his head hard.
Butler Han, whose head was lowered all the while, finally took notice of his Lord's condition, gasping in dread, "M-my lord!! Why is this acting up this soon!? I-I'll g-go now and fetch it."
Sigurd tried to suppress the relentless torment that caused an excruciating pain to him; however, it was a vain struggle.
The butler who had gone to fetch the antidote came running, helping his Lord in taking the potion. Sigurd, who took the antidote felt his pain minimizing while his breathing resuming normal.
The grand palace was cloaked in the stillness of night, its vast corridors illuminated by the magic orbs hanging on the walls. Outside a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of an ancient oak tree that surrounded the royal grounds.
"Why am I feeling ominous?" Dew, who was in his bed, attempting to sleep, uttered.
'Alas, I didn't get any sleep yesterday and now instead of cozily falling into the land of dreams I'm getting an ominous feeling!' The emperor, exhausted from the long day of work, couldn't even get a wink of sleep properly, really a cruelty!
As the clock tickled, time passed and with fleeting time Dew entered into deep slumber for once.
In the dead of the night, a black figure moved swiftly, slipping in Dew's room through the opened window, with each step placed carefully to avoid detection he approached Eberhardt.
The figure's eyes, cold and calculating, were fixed on the sleeping monarch. In one gloved hand, the assassin clutched the dagger, its blade glinting menacingly in the faint light.
For a moment, the assassin stood still, there was a deafening silence in the room, even the breeze seemed to stop flowing. Then with a swift and fluid motion the assassin raised the dagger, aiming for Eberhardt's heart.
Just as the blade began its deadly descent, Dew's figure moved from his original position, the blade sliced through the sheets and missed him by only hair length.
In an instant, Dew grabbed the sword that was beside his bedside while throwing the covers on the assassin and leaping to his feet.
An error in the plan made the figure in black cloaked furious, increasing his attack power, he lunged towards Dew who had already put up a front to fight even though he has no knowledge about it and only relying on the muscle memory of Eberhardt.
Dew parried the dagger with his sword, however, an unexpected thing happened.
He watched how that assassin's pupils dilated, a tremendous increase in his power and a foul smell enveloping his whole body that made it hard for Dew to breath.
'Is that why I've been feeling ominous?'
'Why is it happening now? At this point of the novel? Shouldn't this be-'
"YOU BROUGHT IT ON YOURSELF!!"
The assassin who couldn't even be called one, roared at Dew, his foul breath, made Dew covered his face. At the rate this strange odor was engulfing his room was dangerous, although, the thing in front of him would kill him soon if he didn't do something quickly.
"Are you prepare for the outcome of your choice?" Adelheid staring at the figure in the mirror, combing her long silky hair, questioned.
Though, no one answered her as she was all alone in her room which was only lit by the moon light.
Her vanity table placed beside the window, providing her illuminance to look at herself through the huge mirror placed on the table.
"Father, don't worry, I will make the things how they were before, so you only have to wait for me." When she said those words her lavender eyes reflected her longing.
Silver brush running through her long locks with practiced ease, each stroke of the brush makes her hair glisten, enhancing its natural luster.
When she finished combing her hair, she stood up, pacing towards her balcony, even though it was still breeze, it couldn't dampen the majestic night view of Eldoria empire.
Adelheid took in the view, capturing the details, however, something flew in front of her eyes, that surprised her.
A magical roll hanged in thin air, unfolded, revealing its content to Adelheid.
'Huh-wh-why a-are they coming here?!' Her trembling self-stumbled backward, she twisted her ankle that caused her to fall, even though the pain was not less, Adelheid didn't take notice of it as her mind crept in the fear of them.