The Medallion

"I knew it! You are Basil! But what's wrong with you? Why did you behave like this? What on earth happened?" Isis asked in a husky voice. She never expected that Rocky would suddenly be twisted in this kind of scenario. In her mind, she believed that he must have had some pretty serious and complication reasons for being in such a situation.

Needless to say, Rocky did not express any eagerness to explain himself, or at least, he could not begin to articulate his defense. Perhaps, this was because he found it too hard to put the right words together because it involved too many secrets, reasons, and too much helplessness that Isis might not even understand. Now, he could no longer have any connection with the past. Otherwise, misfortune would come to his life in the most unpredictable way possible.

That was why, at that moment, he did not utter a single word. Instead, he turned around and left immediately.

Isis saw nothing but Rocky's back as she felt her heart ache. Next thing she knew, she opened her mouth and shouted at him, "Don't you know that Father is critically ill? He wants to see you one last time."

Before she could finish that desperately, Rocky had vanished.

The night fell and the dark sky enveloped the quiet and serene Palace City. It reeked of depressing aura as the emperor was dying from his illness at that time.

Dead silence crept the royal chamber where the emperor lived. No one dared disturb his peaceful resting, with only two maids guarding his door from the outside.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew and howled where the two maids were stationed. Their delicate bodies trembled for a moment, but the atmosphere quickly returned to its original state not long after.

Almost at the same time, a man's figure appeared inside the chamber. There, he stood beside the bed patiently and looked at the dying emperor who had his breaths numbered.

eyes, looked back at the figure beside him, and said

a slight hum was

finally... finally... came back! It is so great... to see you, son... for one last time... before I rest in peace. I'm glad. I can now die without any regret. I'm really happy!" the

from the figure

I always believe... in what you can do... The Holy Dragon Empire... is... counting on...

of the Holy Dragon Empire and run it with the best of my

Y...You are... Als—" The emperor was stunned to his core. Immediately, he raised his other hand and slowly pointed at the figure beside

his hand up completely, he felt a serious stimulation that prevented him from doing so. He took a few and quick deep breaths as if he was suffering from extreme lack of oxygen. Without warning, his face turned deathly pale. His tight grip suddenly loosened and he finally stared at the figure in front of him with absolute

afraid you won't be able to rest in peace under the nether world when you see me for the last time before your demise. This is your retribution. In the hell, you'll see how I take

of the emperor's death immediately spread throughout the Imperial City like wildfire. Cries of agony and sadness

imperial tomb, with a large number of citizens watching the ceremony. After seven days and nights of sleepless vigil, the coffin was finally buried in a grand tomb, allowing the emperor to depart from the world for

conferred the title of the successor. Since the old emperor had perished, he was the rightful heir to the throne. But because Nigel was still young, he still couldn't take charge of politics. And now, the Holy Dragon Empire was in an extremely passive predicament because of Rocky happened to be Nigel's father. Moreover, the royal family had already been against it, thinking that Nigel was not qualified to inherit the position of

empire also took advantage of the opportunity to form groups and secretly

in five days. Upon completion of the ceremony, there would be no more objections

Dragon Hall, including the members of the royal family that were led by several princes,