Daughter of the Emperor - Chapter 342

All the nobles who couldn’t stand the tyranny of Emperor Carl all stood up in a riot. And the riot ended in success when Ivan beheaded Emperor Carl. Emperor Ivan has become the twentieth emperor of Agrigent with everyone’s approval.

Everyone was happy, but only one person was happy at all.

-And that was his father, Emperor Ivan, himself who’s becoming the emperor.

His brother had killed his beloved eldest brother. And he had to kill that brother with his own hands. It’s not that Caitel doesn’t understand how he felt, but that doesn’t mean he’s forgiven for everything he did after that.

The puppet ruler.

His authority wasn’t taken away by someone else. He himself let go of his power over political affairs. It’s a story that my father admitted himself.

A king that doesn’t do anything after taking the throne…is more horrible than you would expect.

He sits in his throne and sneers over his subjects’ honeyed words, but still, just let them do that. He would watch his subjects lust after power like ants crowding over sugar. That’s how everything got messed up.

It was disgusting. If it’s not disgusting, then what would be disgusting.

A giant ant colony. That’s what he saw as he grew up in the palace of Agirgentom. A hell where disgusting bugs filled every crevice. Men who have lost their chastity and fidelity are intertwined, and a tedious ‘love game’ happened in broad daylight. Otherwise, it was just a sick human chess game. It was a hell of a mind-wandering hell to use each other somehow.

It couldn’t have been good. It can’t be good.

There was no way that respect could have been created for his father who made such a scene. He was a man who had never met face to face until Caitel was 13 years old.

He could’ve escaped that hell if only he had the will to do so. Yet he chose not to do anything. There is no way that respect remains for such an incompetent man.

Unless it’s some patheticness.

I wonder why the mother fell for such a worthless man. Father was just so worthless for her love.

He just reached out his hand.

Caitel’s daughter was still in deep sleep, facing him.

His fingertip touches her soft cheek. The child frowns on whether she is aware that someone touches her. But her frowning face is cute too.