I am the Monarch – Chapter 292: The Past (2)

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‘Then is the pope Latio the mastermind? Or the other priests and high priests? If not, perhaps one of the believers?’

Roan Lancephil gave a frown. There was a great lack of information, but there was nothing that could be done as the memories of the Tempestas flowed without a stop. Standing still, Roan focused on listening to Pierce and Katy’s conversation.

“The method to defeat the Tallian Church… You’re talking about the Grand Commander’s Baton right?”

Pierce replied and took the baton out from his waist. Seeing the golden Tempestas flash, Katy gave a slow nod.

“It’s because of this Tempestas on the end of the baton that the Middle World had been ruined.”

An angry voice, but on her face was a strange sense of hope.

“But this Tempestas can also save the Middle World.”

Pierce gave a nod.

“We didn’t know it would be possible to control the time and space with a gem like this.”

A bitter smile hung on his lips.

“If we had discovered that earlier…”

Guilt flowed out from his eyes but hugging Pierce’s head, Katy shook her head.

“It’s not late yet. Time and space cannot bind Tempestas anyway.”

Her face surfaced a heavy light of hope, but,

“Cough, cough!”

With deep coughs, Katy trembled her body and every time she did, black blobs of blood left her mouth.

“Katy!”

Pierce quickly sent mana into Katy’s body with a start but unfortunately, it had no effect.

“Cough, cough.”

Katy could not stop her coughs for a long time.

“Mhmm.”

In the end, she closed her eyes and fell on the bed top.

“Haa. Haa.”

Her breath was light and frequent, as if she could stop breathing any time.

“Katy, if you’re not here, I…”

Pierce once again let tears flow out. This time, it wasn’t because of powerlessness or guilt but the despair and deep sorrow of having to let go of his loved one. Barely opening her eyes, Katy forced a smile towards Pierce.

“R, really cruel curse. Right?”

Hearing that, Roan made a frown.

‘A curse? She was cursed?’

It was startling that there was a strong curse that even the current strongest, and someone who was considered one of the strongest even throughout history could do nothing about.

‘It’s not a curse of the sorcerers.’

Although he was only seeing it through the memories of Tempestas, Katy’s eyes or aura had no signs of sorcery nor any of its symptoms.

“Sorry. I can’t do anything for you…”

Pierce grabbed tightly onto Katy’s hand. The black blood wet his hands as Katy shook her head.

“Now, please stand up not for me but everyone else. If it’s you, you can do it.”

Her eyes were filled with a sad light.

“The one and only true emperor who was supposed to have unified the continent, someone who should’ve been the great monarch, your friend…”

Katy’s voice trembled towards the end.

“Wake the First Emperor, Roan de Amaranth up.”