Gillotti also inherited his power with the crown of the Emperor.

However, the size of this powerful power differed depending on the vessel that accepted it.

Gillotti's power was, well… not that great.

His power was to quietly plant a plague and die a long and painful death.

There were also restrictions on using the power.

He would only use it on humans.

He also had to feel a lot of fatigue every time he exerted it.

He recently used this power four times in recent years, and was now suffering from severe fatigue.

This was the first time he had ever used it in succession like that.

Surprisingly, all the people he removed with his power were his own citizens, nobles of this country, Tanatos.

The Knight Commander who followed the Empress, the Duchess of Sunset who tried to seek help from her family, the King of Noamtia, and the Courtesan who helped the Empress to find a way for her to escape….. The dear Empress…

However, his power did not work on the Empress.

In the ritual he performed at the time of their marriage, Gillotti’s power was unable to kill the Empress.

In addition to his power, he also tried to use other methods. But each time, he always failed.

The reason was that one of the five holy objects, which were believed to be inhabited by God, protected her.

"What about the holy object?"

"Not yet found. It seems to have been swept aside a long time ago. No matter how many times I look for it, I can't find it."

"No, the fact that the sacred object protected the Empress means that it was in her possession until most recently. So it's not far away. Search everything about the Empress."

"I obey, and bless the dazzling sun of Tanatos."

Cannos, the head of the Knights in this case, bowed his head deeply and obeyed the Emperor's order.

With tremendous fatigue, the Emperor closed his eyes and leaned back. He didn't even have the strength to lift his fingers.

"I think I'm going to throw up."

He had never felt so lethargic and heavy like this before.

He was too exhausted to even want to hear Natasha's sweet whisper.

He leaned loosely against the chair and stared at the painting of the coronation of the Emperor and Empress hanging in front of him.

His green eyes wandered on the painting for a long time.

His sullen gaze stared intently at the face of Roselyn V Sunset, who had just become the Empress.

Her face looked a little younger than it did now, but the only thing that was the same was her straightforward gaze without a trace of disturbance.

“I loved Roselyn back then.”

….Like a fool.

"Hahaha.”

Gillotti’s face distorted as he couldn't control the laughter that suddenly erupted.

“Hahahahhhaha.”

It became a crazy, loud laugh.

He held his stomach and laughed out loud, his face scrunching up.

“The Empress is dead!”

“Damn it, she's like a thorn! At last! She's dead!”

"Hahahahaha! It's a good thing! It's good! Very good!"

Gillotti rolled on the floor, unable to stop laughing.

Empress Roselyn, a thorn in his eyes.

The disgusting woman whom his power was useless against, finally dead.

The emperor, who was rolling and laughing, lay on the floor.His stomach hurt from laughing too much.

He was out of breath.

At that moment.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

There was a sound of something breaking, the coronation painting that was hanging intact fell to the floor.

Crash! Bang!

There was a crack in the middle of the fallen painting.

The crack that had precisely torn between the emperor and empress grew larger, and the space between them completely widened. One of the sides fell completely to the floor.

"What's going on?!"

"Your Majesty!”

The knights and the chief of staff who were guarding the outside gathered at once. They stared in amazement at the fallen emperor and the broken painting.

"What….?”

“……. It's no big deal, just help me up."

The attendants and maidservants rushed over and raised the Emperor. Gillotti was tired.

He staggered and stood up.

The knights hurried to pull up the huge fallen painting.

“Get rid of it.”

Turning away with a cumbersome wave of his hand, Gillotti paused.

He slowly turned back to stare at the painting, which had parted in two directions.

Gillotti’s face contorted at once.

His face were completely broken. It was wrinkled and torn, so cruelly broken that it was unrecognizable.

The Empress' painting, on the other hand, was clean and without the slightest scratch.

…… Why, why!

How could that woman make him so angry even when she’s dead?

Gillotti rushed over like a madman and took the sword from the knight who was putting away the painting.

The arm that was powerless tore through the air with great force.

Bang! Bang!

The splendid painting of the Empress was cut off diagonally.

"Hahaha! Aaaaah! Die! Die! Die!”

The scream of the Emperor rang loudly in the small conference room.

Everyone in the room bowed their heads.

It seemed that the Empress was dead, but somehow not dead.

No, did the Empress really die?

The Knight Commander of the Black Forest boasted that the Empress was dead, but really………Was she really dead?

No one could casually say that the person did not exist in this world.

The shadow she left behind was too great.

It was enough to drive an emperor mad. The Emperor who killed the Empress with his own hands.

***

"It's hot.”

Roselyn's country, Tanatos, was a winter country.

It snowed half the year, and the other half of the year the weather was anything but warm.

One of the divine objects of God that was scattered in the world created the winter.

Tanatos was a country built right in the center of it, so it was cold all year round.On the contrary, Amor was a very warm country.

It was too cool to call it summer and too warm to call it spring.

Unlike Tanatos, the spring was accompanied by winter and summer.

Amor was a country where you could experience very short winters, but also close to summer.

Everything in this land was full of life force.

Perhaps that was why it was the land of fertility and love.

It was a free country where men and women do not point fingers at each other even if they have concubines and partners.

It was a strange country where jealousy was hot, but no restraint.

"It's hot…….”

Roselyn, who had lived in cold county, woke up in the heat as soon as she arrived at the Amor frontier.

How many days did she accept him?

It seemed that her whole body had become sore. She fainted and woke up again and again.

At one point, she woke up and found herself on a running horse, held in Tamon’s arms.

In the meantime, she was amazed at how he could run at such a fierce speed in this position.

But when she was in a daze again, she fell asleep before she knew it, and when she woke up, she was in Tamon’s embrace again.

When she made eye contact with him, their tongues tangled.

With the lips that Roselyn bit off several times, he opened her mouth well.

Through clenched teeth, she choked him again, scratched his back and nipped at his shoulder.

Each time, it seemed like Tamon was enjoying it.

“That's good. You've got more energy than yesterday."

Her breath caught in her throat at the enormity of him coming at her with a bang.

No matter how many times she accepted it, it was a size and force she could never get used to.

Yet, oddly enough, the more entangled she got, the lighter her body felt.

Her fingertips, which were rotting, had somehow become moist and pink with flesh, and the scabs on her back where she was whipped and tore were gone.

She hadn't applied or taken any special medicine, but her body was healed at an unbelievable speed.

Most importantly, Roselyn was sleeping strangely after having a relationship with Tamon.

At first, she thought it was simply because she lost her stamina and her body was completely damaged.

However, the deeper she fell into a deep sleep, the stranger it was to wake up with a cool, clear feeling.

At that moment, the sharpness in her head gave her an incredible speculation.

‘The interest is …….No, it can't be.’

How could this man be the fifth fragment of God, which had not appeared in the last few hundred years?

If her guess was right, why didn't he reveal himself until now?

She hoped it wasn’t it, but….

No matter how much she denied it, her changing body was proof. Evidence of a miracle that even if everyone else didn't believe it, she was the only one who had to believe it.

Roselyn bit her lips and desperately pushed him away.

Her powerless hand couldn’t push him away in the slightest, but she continued to resist.

"It's outrageous…… I can always die again."

"It doesn’t matter.”

Tamon whispered as he bit Roselyn's neck.

"Because …… I'll save you again and again."

He had no intention of letting her go now that he had her in his grip.

And so more than ten nights passed.

When Roselyn's body was boiling with heat which she had never experienced, they finally arrived at the capital of Amor.

“Look over there. My capital.”

As soon as Tamon finished speaking, the gates of Ginesh, the capital of Amor, opened.