"Your Majesty still has filth around your mouth! Quickly, we can't let the Prince find out."
"Spray some perfume immediately, we can't let the inspectors smell anything..."
After finally taking care of the old Emperor, the maids filed out, most of them leaving, with a few staying to watch over him, changing his cloth and cleaning up his excretions every now and then.
This cycle repeated until dawn.
And looking at his enemy's current disgraceful state, the old Undead felt no satisfaction in vengeance.
He had originally planned unmatched revenge and torment on the Julia family and the royal family, but none of the cruelest tortures or insults he conceived could compare to what he saw now.
"Hey, old man, ready to do it?" Xue Dili was speaking inwardly to the old Undead. He couldn't understand Imperial Language, but he could see the old King's disgrace.
This decrepit creature, without transformation, could be defeated by his trained Imperial Swordsmanship alone, ten times over.
Just get it over with quickly.
The old Undead didn't speak. He wasn't sure if killing the old Emperor Leoric II now was vengeance or a mercy.
Indeed, even the maids no longer cared about his life or dignity.
On Blue Star, Old Barak learned a term called the "ultimate insult."
He hadn't delved deeply into what the ultimate insult truly was, but seeing his enemy now, he recalled over twenty years ago when this old Emperor was still as majestic as a lion.
The grandeur and boldness from years ago seemed vivid, even now.
Yet now, he's just an old man who needs his cloth changed hourly, or he would leak.
Perhaps, for Leoric II, who even in his eighties still exuded ambition and vigor, this was the true ultimate insult.
Xue Dili smoothly flipped over and entered the bedchamber, unnoticed by the maids at the door.
Perhaps they truly didn't notice, engrossed in chatting fervently about young lords from noble families or about how handsome some royal grandson was, or wondering if they could become noble ladies themselves... at least a noble's mistress wouldn't be bad.
Staring at the half-dead old man on the lavish bed, and smelling an odor that even the strongest perfume couldn't mask, Xue Dili frowned and drew his Rune Sword.
The old Undead said nothing as Xue Dili acted swiftly, giving the Empire's great Emperor a quick death.
After all, he had seen the old Undead's memories, and the young Emperor's posture almost gave him an illusion of "Old Odin."
And seeing this disgrace, tsk tsk.
The crisp sound of the Rune Sword leaving its sheath seemed to awaken the old Emperor. Facing Xue Dili's drawn sword, the old Emperor didn't exclaim but suddenly asked,
"Barak, is that you?"
"Are you here to kill me..."
The old Emperor spoke slowly, as if he would breathe his last after finishing the sentence.
"Yes, I'm here to kill you." The old Undead, like a projection, appeared as a vague phantom behind Xue Dili.
The Great Emperor strained to lift his head, his hollow sockets lost their pupils, leaving only the whites.
The old Emperor, already blind, still stared unwaveringly in Xue Dili's direction, as if knowing the old Undead would come for him tonight.
Even this old Emperor, who leaked even with diapers on, managed to struggle forward on the bed edge, drawing a short sword from beside the bed, pointing it at Xue Dili.
Xue Dili saw his skeletal-like arm, only able to hold the short sword perhaps in a final burst of energy...
Xue Dili couldn't understand Imperial Language. His communication with the old Undead was language-barred, but through a soul connection, the old Undead could interpret received information for him about everything seen on Earth.
And Xue Dili needed to enter the consciousness space through dreams to view the old Undead's memories to understand the information he received.
Similar to real-time translation from Xue Dili to the old Undead, while screenshots serve to translate back.
Therefore, in their current conversation, Xue Dili could only understand the old Undead speaking Imperial Language.
"Old Leoric, have you become this ugly in twenty years?" The old Undead regarded the unrecognizable figure before him.
He seemed to have completely lost the desire for revenge.
But he finally asked the question he had wanted to ask for twenty years.
"Old Leoric, I just want to know, why did you want me dead? Did I ever wrong you?"
It's the question he had wanted to ask for countless years.
He never wronged the Empire, expanding its territories in his youth, and, in his middle age, tirelessly defending against undead disasters for decades, guarding the Empire's borders.
He wanted an answer.
Unexpectedly, the old Emperor, as if hearing the funniest joke, twisted his aged mouth until it almost touched his ear tips, seemingly wanting to laugh, but his failing respiratory system couldn't support it.
"You're just a subject after all. If We want you dead, then you must die!" At that moment, the old Emperor seemed to regain his youthful authority.
The hand gripping the short blade steadied, his previously strained breath calmed.
No matter how aged, he remained the Emperor who led the Empire to prosperity, a quasi-legendary knight, the Empire's ruler!
"As long as We live, all treacherous subjects must perish!" The old Emperor scorned giving any reasons.
He merely arrogantly vented his regal path, his aged, leaking body showcasing a last burst of vigor, even assuming an Imperial Swordsmanship stance.
"Ha ha ha… ha↑ ha↓ ha↑ ha↑!"
The old Undead laughed wildly, like an Uchiha, his laughter sharp and piercing, cutting through the night sky, waking the few palace guards, disturbing the royal princes and heirs.
Outside, the maids screamed, soon the guards would arrive.
"What is he... saying?" Xue Dili asked.
The old Undead laughed so hard that his belly hurt, the soul fire in his eye sockets trembling: "He said... he said... We... We..."
Xue Dili saw the old Undead's mind veering madly towards insanity, his own forehead full of frustration.
The old Undead was mentally unstable, always at varying degrees of Schrodinger's insanity, occasionally mixing insanity with sanity, like urging him to marry all the time.
Revenge was revenge, but the old Undead was purely exhausting his own spirit.
Rejecting the mental exhaustion, Xue Dili immediately stepped forward, seizing the short blade from the old Leoric II, and delivering a punch square to his ancient face.
"How dare you strike We? We are the Great Emperor!" the old Emperor roared.
Once more, a brutal punch landed on the decrepit face, mixed with Xue Dili's muttered voice.
"We! We! We! Dog-foot We!"