Barth Baltic fell as quietly as a piece of burnt wood.

Juan looked silently at Barth Baltic’s body.

Barth hated Juan until the very last minute of his life, but he was also the Regent who was fiercely loyal to the empire. Juan foresaw that he would never find another Regent like Barth Baltic ever again—at the very least he wouldn't be able to accept anyone else.

This was a different matter from loyalty. It only seemed right to leave the position of the Regent empty forever as a sign of respect.

Juan sighed and looked around the audience chamber of the Imperial Palace in silence. It seemed to have been managed fairly well, with every corner being cleaned thoroughly. But now, the front of the throne was dirtied with blood and dirt.

In the end, Juan failed to accuse the Pope of his sins and failed to regain his original body. But the fact that Juan had taken over the empire did not change.

Juan climbed up the stairs and examined the throne. The golden throne was decorated even more splendidly than when he was alive, but for some reason, it felt like he could still smell his original body.

At that moment, a voice suddenly came from behind Juan.

“Aren’t you going to take a seat?”

Juan stroked the throne...