21st Century Archmage

Translator: Lei

Proofreader: Imagine

“How is it?”

“I believe theres not much time left.”

“That bad?”

“There is already barely any life mana left in his body. Without the treatment of the holy water and the priests, it would not be strange if he flew into the embrace of God right now.”

“Mm, I see. You did well.”

“Then, goodbye…”

In the mansion of Duke Ormere, the man who had the Bajran Empire under his thumb, a priest of the Goddess of Destiny, Pallan, spoke briefly with the Duke and then left. The priest had come directly after treating the Emperor in the Imperial Palace.

“Huhuhu, drench him with as much holy power as you want. It cant heal 10 years of gradually accumulated Demetrians Tears.”

Duke Ormere chuckled mirthfully inside the empty room.

Demetrians Tears was made in the Araktch Empire in the Eastern Continent. It was absolutely not a poison. It was a miracle drug unrivaled in the world if used as a one-time medicine, but if it was taken for longer than a year, it would become a poison that would slowly eat away at ones life mana.

The Emperor had consumed those Demetrians Tears every day for 10 years. It would be strange if there was any life mana left in his body.

“Itll take five months at most. The Emperor will die a natural death. And then…the world will be truly mine. Kukukuku.”

Ormere had begun preparations dozens of years ago for such a day. Using the strength of his family as bait, he pushed his little sister to the position of queen, and she produced a crown prince. All his elaborate planning had come perfectly to fruition.

The powerful families of the empire had pledged their loyalty to Ormeres ducal house, and every post in the military had been changed to Duke Ormeres nominations. Even if the Emperor were to survive, he was helpless to the enormous strength Duke Ormere now possessed.

“After the Emperor dies…I will build a great empire. Ill take down all the neighboring kingdoms, and in my hands will be a great land mass that even those Laviter bastards will envy!”

Duke Ormere reveled in his ambition.

The young duke, not even 50 years of age, was riding on dreams.