Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"Hi, have you eaten yet?"

Surtr smiled at the other person.

His natural demeanor was nothing like that of a petty thief who broke into the emperor's bedchamber at night.

Of course, it would have been more natural if she had paid attention to the time.

Unfortunately, the other party didn't respond.

“State your purpose.”

Bud asked Surtur a question, and the towering figure walked to the bedside, shielding the emperor behind him.

They did not take action immediately.

Vigilance, patience, hesitation—through his clairvoyance, Surtr could see the complex emotions in Bud's heart.

They probably want to lock her up in prison right now, since she's the one who comes and goes from the palace like it's a toilet. But perhaps knowing her strength, they haven't taken action against her immediately in order to protect the emperor.

At this distance, the little emperor's small frame couldn't withstand the impact of their battle.

However, she had no doubt that as soon as she stepped out of that door, this guy would definitely call people to arrest her.

Although it doesn't really matter, if we come back next time, Esdeath might be added to the group standing here.

That means the dream-entering of the young emperor definitely can't happen.

Although it's unclear what real impact this will have on the young emperor, the script has already been written, and it would be a waste to do nothing.

Since the other party hasn't made a move immediately, it's worth a try.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here to kill Gozeba, I just went into the wrong room."

A subtle magical fluctuation emanated from the Holy Grail. Surtr found a chair, sat down, and placed the Holy Grail on the table.

"You can leave now."

Bud pointed out the window.

Of course, leaving means leaving the palace.

Surtr's disregard for authority displeased him, but he also knew that this was not someone he could handle on his own.

"That won't do. It would only make my next operation more difficult."

Surtr shook his head.

"How about we make a deal? You let me kill Gozeba first, and then you can let me leave, okay?"

"impossible."

Bud lowered his eyelids and decisively refused.

"Why? Do you think Gozeba is a good official?"

"Gozeba is undoubtedly a scumbag."

"Then why not just go and kill him?"

“This is the royal palace. I will not allow anyone to run wild in this place.”

Bud's tone was firm, but it quickly softened.

"Is that so? That's a real shame."

Before him, Surtr said this, picked up the Holy Grail, and stood up.

Bud was on high alert, but his eyelids trembled uncontrollably.

As drowsiness washed over him, Bud felt his armor become incredibly heavy, as if his tall frame was about to collapse at any moment.

Only then did he realize that something was wrong.

He wanted to use the Imperial Arms, but his chaotic consciousness could not support his actions.

He looked up and stared in horror at Surtr in front of him.

"What! What did you do?!"

Bud roared, his voice like a booming bell.

But unexpectedly, the sound seemed to fall into the mud, and the soldiers guarding the door did not move at all.

"Don't be nervous, I just want you to get some sleep. You probably don't believe me, but I really don't mean any harm."

As he spoke, Surtr punched Bud on the head, who was still struggling to stay awake and even trying to hurt himself, plunging him into a sleep like that of a baby.

Clang.

The enormous body crashed to the ground with a tremendous thud, before being absorbed by the soundproof barrier set up in the room.

"These martial artists are troublesome. Although they tried to suppress it to avoid being discovered, it still took so long to take effect."

With a wave of his hand, Surtr came to the young emperor's bedside, holding the Holy Grail, and gave him a gentle smile.

"Alright little guy, now it's just the two of us."

I hope you have sweet dreams tonight.

Surtr offered this wish.

Akame ga Kill! Chapter 24: Where is My Qing Dynasty?

The next day.

Bud got up from the ground.

My head was throbbing with pain, as if I had been hit hard by something heavy.

Morning light streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains. Bud squinted, quickly turned his head, and looked at the head of the bed.

The emperor remained unharmed in bed, breathing steadily, with no signs of anything being done to him.

I breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But just to be on the safe side, it would be better to have the imperial physician take a look later.

Getting up from the ground, Bud went outside and asked the soldiers waiting in the corridor.

Did you see anyone last night?

"Report: Everything is normal."

The soldier spoke with certainty.

But Bud wasn't at all relieved; instead, his face was grave.

"Where's the treasurer? Go check if he's still alive."

He asked again.

"Please wait a moment."

The guards quickly left.

A moment later, he returned to his original spot with a grim expression and reported.

“The treasurer, Gozeba, has disappeared, but a pool of blood was found on his bed.”

"..."

Bud did not respond, his brows furrowed tightly.

He had somewhat anticipated the news that Gozeba was dead. But the fact that even the body was nowhere to be found, based on Surtr's previous actions, suggested that the body was probably already in the central square.

Terrible.

This was the first time Bud had felt a similar sense of fear towards a person.

The ability to take down an imperial general without anyone noticing, and the skill to move freely within the palace even with just one person, suggests that the opponent's direct combat ability is also extremely formidable.

terrible.

He was completely powerless to resist whatever the other party had wanted to do last night.

Fortunately, no.

Perhaps, as the other party said, she meant them no harm.

Regardless of their motives, such an unidentified individual who acts without restraint is undoubtedly someone to be wary of.

Should he also go find another Imperial Arm?

As Bud was thinking this, he suddenly twitched his ears and turned to look behind him.

The emperor woke up.

Inside the room, on the soft bed, the petite emperor opened his eyes.

His pupils were unfocused, and his blank stare was fixed on the unfamiliar ceiling, as if he had not yet woken up from a dream.

"His Majesty!"

Bud came to his side, looking at him with a slightly nervous expression.

"General Bud, how are you still alive?"

Turning his head to look at the tall figure beside him, the emperor blurted out instinctively.

"?"

Bud really wanted to say, "Your Majesty, are you awake?" but seeing the sleepy look in the other person's eyes, he knew that the other person was definitely not awake yet.

"Ah, I'm sorry, General Bud, I didn't mean to curse you."

The young emperor placed his arm on his forehead, lowered his eyes, and spoke.

"I just had a dream last night and I haven't quite come back to my senses yet."

My mind is a complete blank.

It's like reading an incredibly captivating novel in one go, closing the book, but your mind is still immersed in the story.

It was an incredibly vivid dream.

In his dream, he was no longer an emperor, but a mixed-race child born in a slum.

His childhood was filled with hunger, cold, and pain, with no warm bed or delicious food.

Companions can fight to the death for a loaf of bread, and turn against each other for a silver coin.

He even narrowly escaped death several times under the hooves of nobles.

It is unimaginable that those nobles, who acted so respectable in the imperial court, would secretly trample on children in the slums with their horses' hooves and take pleasure in it.

The feeling of being on the verge of death was so real that I still feel terrified when I think about it now.

That must have been a dream.

The emperor had uncertain thoughts.

Whether it was luck or misfortune, he survived.

What followed was another equally arduous period.

The thousand-year-old empire had long since decayed, and uprisings broke out across the country.

Unable to endure such a life any longer, he also chose to join, contributing to the great cause of resisting the empire.

Perhaps he had some kind of talent, and he quickly distinguished himself in the army as the war progressed.

After experiencing a series of events including defeat, division, and betrayal, the army he led finally reached the royal palace.

General Bud died for his country, and Minister Onesta was hacked to death.

And the last emperor.

There is a crooked tree in the palace courtyard.

A rope hung down from the thickest branch, with the emperor's small head suspended above it.

If you look closely, the face is almost exactly the same as his when he was a child.

Then he woke up.

Open your eyes.

He was still sleeping on a soft bed, surrounded by luxurious decorations, with General Bud staying by his side every moment.