REBOOT SIENNA

Chapter 5: Live To Sienna Pt.5

“Your Majesty’s supporters were not political aristocrats, but knights who wielded swords on the battlefield As long as he survives and gets out of here, he’ll come back with those knights!”

Sienna could not get the image of the emperor sobbing as if he had lost his own life with Bluebell’s death.

“The cause lies not with you, the queen who revolted, but with the emperor.”

“Oh, I see,” Arya nodded with an exaggerated expression on her face, as if she had suddenly come to realize the truth. “If that is so, then Carl died here.”

“What are you talking about?! Didn’t Your Majesty see the emperor’s image leaving this banquet hall?!”

Queen Arya smiled at her remark and approached Sienna, “Empress Sienna, no matter how hard it is, you have to wake up.”

Sienna looked at Arya anxiously. Queen Arya held Sienna’s chin up. Then, she wiped her face with the handkerchief she was holding. The dried-up blood didn’t come off easily.

Arya, who gave up cleaning the blood off of Sienna’s face when it did not come out, threw her handkerchief on the floor and turned Sienna’s chin to make her look at the banquet hall. Arya pointed her finger at the middle of the hall and said, “There it is, isn’t it? Carl’s dead body.”

“What…”

“Can’t you see it? The body of His Majesty lying on the floor with its pierced?”

She was sure she had seen Carl walk out of the banquet hall with her own eyes. It occurred to her that Queen Arya was out of her mind. Does one become crazy when one tastes blood when blinded by greed?

Arya rose from her seat and walked down the stairs one step at a time. That walk was no different from what the musicians had previously seen in the banquet hall, where the music had played and the colorful chandeliers had lit up the room. Her straight waist, straightened shoulders, and her dazzling, soundless walk seemed to have a way to make one feel pleasant.

It was the type of walk that Sienna had always envied, but now, Arya’s demeanor seemed unlike that of a decent woman, but like that of a cruel conqueror instead. Sienna trembled with fear.

Queen Arya stopped in front of a body under the throne. If Sienna’s memory was correct, it had belonged to an aristocrat with a title of his own composition.

“Isn’t it here?”

Arya patted the body as she said so. It was certainly not Carl who was at her feet.

“Empress Sienna is saying that the owner of this body, Carl, is alive?”

She didn’t wait for Sienna’s answer. Instead, she was handed a blade by the knight standing next to her. Her upper body staggered, indicating that the sword was heavy. Arya straightened her posture with the tip of the blade against the floor.

“Then, I’ll check it out. I don’t know if Carl’s alive…”

Arya raised the sword and stabbed the body in the chest. Her slender arms were having difficulty wielding the sword that she had placed on top of the darkened chest. Then, the knight next to her helped her cut the body’s throat. She praised her retainer and turned to Sienna.

“You’re not saying he’s alive with his head rolling around like this, are you?”

“It’s not Your Majesty there!”

Queen Arya asked the knight who had given her the sword without batting an eye, “Whose body is this?”

“Emperor Carl’s.”