Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 834 Black Flame Airo

Receiving the emperor of a neighboring country is a very troublesome matter.

Even though this wizard emperor didn't care about formalities, there were still some procedures that had to be followed.

Sander, unusually, donned the full attire of the Emperor of the Eternal Night Empire, adorned with various jewels, most notably a golden crown studded with rubies. He held a golden scepter, its top adorned with a fist-sized ruby ​​of the same color.

Gold represents the majesty of the Eternal Night Royal Family, while ruby ​​represents the Red Sea Tree.

It is the responsibility of Eternal Night, and also its pride.

Sander looked at himself in the mirror, and even though he knew perfectly well that he was just a temporary puppet, he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of pride.

"One day, I will be able to give this scepter true power!"

Looking back now, Thor's plan, though extremely risky, was the only way to truly resolve his predicament.

Otherwise, even if he regains power through his offspring, he will still essentially be just a mobile blood bank. The Eternal Night and the Tribunal will never truly take him seriously.

"Your Majesty, Emperor Black Flame has already gone to the Eternal Night Star Palace." A tall and imposing guard bowed beside him.

Having been emperor for several years, Sander naturally knew what a guard was.

"Let's go."

Sander took one last look in the mirror, then picked up his scepter and walked out of the lounge with his head held high.

After passing through a long corridor, Sander arrived at the reception room where he would meet with the Black Flame Emperor.

The entire hall was resplendent in gold and opulent, with the ceiling and carpets exuding the utmost luxury.

But Sander knew that once the emperor of the Black Flame Empire left, this place would return to its original spacious but empty state.

As soon as Sand sat down on the central throne as instructed by his attendants, he saw the double doors on the side being pushed open.

However, to Sander's surprise, the person who pushed open the door was none other than the Black Flame Emperor himself—the Wizard Elo!

Unlike Sander, who was dressed in a luxurious outfit, Emperor Elo across from him wore only a simple black dress with a subtle floral pattern.

Even the crown she wore was strange, resembling a wreath made of thorns.

However, this wreath is much more grotesque than those made of fresh flowers.

It seems to disregard comfort at all; if an ordinary person wore it, the thorns on the crown would probably dig into their flesh!

However, compared to the Black Flame Emperor's simple attire, the other party's demeanor exuded a condescending and scrutinizing aura.

He looked up at Sander, his eyes devoid of emotion, yet his gaze was like a sharp arrow, piercing Sander's skin with a stinging pain.

Sander, though sitting on his high throne, felt as if he were being looked down upon.

The Black Flame Emperor was accompanied by only one attendant.

The attendant was also dressed in black, without any ornaments, and looked thin and small, not even as tall as Sander. He kept his head down and was very inconspicuous.

But Sander had already been specifically reminded of this.

This unassuming servant, who seemed to have little presence, was actually a third-tier wizard.

As the Black Flame Emperor approached, Sander stood up from his seat.

Prompted by their attendants, the two emperors greeted each other. The attendants on both sides also bowed to the other emperor.

The third-tier "attendant" brought by the Black Flame Emperor bowed to Sander without any temper.

This gave Sander a slight sense of satisfaction.

But before his pride could take flight, it was punctured by the Black Flame Emperor's next words.

"Alright, now that I've met your emperor, take me to see Frim. Don't tell me he doesn't have time right now. I'll go to the Lost Corridor myself to find him!"

The attendant behind Sand immediately smiled and replied, "Lord Frim is also waiting for you. We have prepared a passage for you."

The Black Flame Emperor nodded slightly, turned to look at the attendants behind him, and said, "Let's go."

After the simplest greeting, Sander was completely ignored!

"Please wait a moment!" Sander suddenly shouted.

The balloon of pride in his heart was punctured, and it fell into pieces, splattering against his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Before the Black Flame Emperor left, Sander finally managed to shout out.

The Black Flame Emperor, Airo, finally looked at Sander a second time. "Is there something you need?"

Facing a fourth-tier wizard, Sander mustered his courage and said, "The two countries haven't exchanged gifts yet."

Airo waved his hand dismissively, "No need for such trouble, the sentiment is enough."

But what good intentions do you have?

Sander suppressed the urge to retort and continued quickly, "I request an exchange of gifts, and I also ask Emperor Black Flame to abide by the agreements between our two nations, especially the agreement with Emperor Eternal Night III!"

Airo didn't want to talk to Sander at all, but when he heard Sander mention Eternal Night III, he finally remembered that Sander had made a promise.

"Alright. Since you want it so badly..." Airo reached out and broke off a golden thorn from the Crown of Thorns. It was about the length of his little finger, and looked like it could be exchanged for a little money.

He casually tossed the golden thorn in his hand, and it landed squarely in Sander's palm.

"Alright, just put your gift on my airship. I'll take it with me when I leave." With that, the Black Flame Emperor left the Eternal Night Palace without looking back.

As the Black Flame Emperor departed, the others in the Eternal Night Palace gradually followed suit, either to leave or to attend to other matters.

In the end, Sand was left all alone, sitting on the high throne.

He stared at the empty palace before him, gripping the golden thorn tightly in his hand until his palm bled.

After a moment, he walked back alone to the small living room in the corner of the palace.

He removed his ornate decorations, wiped the lead powder from his face, discarded his crown and scepter, and held only the golden thorn that the Black Flame Emperor had given him as a gift.

Once his anger had subsided somewhat, Sander shook the golden bell beside his bed.

After a moment, a servant knocked on the door.

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

"Bring the wizard Thor here!"

"...Your Majesty, Wizard Thor is probably with Wizard Alfonso to welcome the Black Flame Emperor. He probably won't have time to come now."

"Crash!" Inside the room, Sander swept all the ornaments on the table onto the floor.

But contrary to this rude behavior, his expression was unusually calm.

No one spoke outside the door.

After a moment, Sander said, "Then let's invite Wizard Thor over when he's not busy."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Step down," Sander said weakly.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Sander sat on his soft bed, mimicking Thor, and played with the golden thorn given to him by the Black Flame Emperor between his fingertips.

Although his previous anger had been somewhat theatrical, when he saw everyone leave, leaving him with only an empty palace, Sander couldn't help but feel anger and an intense desire for power and authority, even though he was mentally prepared!

While Sand was humiliated alone, Saul was somewhat reluctantly taken by Alfonso to see the Black Flame Emperor.

"What am I to do?" Saul asked Alfonso in a low voice. "My experiment has entered a critical stage."

(End of this chapter)