Chapter 263
Some time after the Pilgrims’ War ended.
The Holy Empire’s three-day reign ended, and victory once again fell to the Shadow Lord, as it always had. The Third Empire had fallen before, the Holy Empire had fallen, and countless other enemies had ultimately knelt before the Lord of Pitch-Black.
The Shadow Lord still volunteered to be the watcher of kings, and now no one on the continent dared defy Dale.
An irresistible force and terror. The ‘Black Prince’ had been such before, and nothing changed after he took the name of the Jet-Black Prince.
The Grand Duchy of Saxony. It was neither the sole empire nor the sole monarch on earth. Yet the Shadow Monarch’s presence carried weight incomparable to any imperial emperor.
Many things regained order and returned to their rightful places. But some did not.
The Saxon Grand Duchy’s chamber.
As the wife of the Count of Jet Black, Charlotte sat perched on the bed. In her hand was a glass of white wine.
“……There’s no battlefield where you couldn’t protect me.”
Sipping white wine, Charlotte smiled resignedly. She recalled the story Dale had told her that day after revealing the truth.
“Whenever war broke out, you were always on the winning side.”
“I suppose so.”
Dale smiled bitterly. Charlotte did not smile.
“This world has already become your empire. And you became its emperor.”
“……”
“I’m just a princess favored by the emperor.”
“That’s not true.”
