Picked Up a Beast, Turns Out He's an Emperor (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 47

Volcanic Island Beosu.

“What is going on? The curse that was growing stronger is showing signs of stagnation!”

“There is no time. You know that if it does not change perfectly before the age of twenty-six, it will be useless. We have no need for half-human, half-beast things.”

As the two men and women, cloaked in black mantles pulled over their heads, spoke anxiously,

“There must have been a change in the emperor’s surroundings. The body that was about to turn into a magical beast last time was stopped by something.”

A small and frail beautiful boy stirred his hand in the boiling lava as if it were cool water.

Emperor Maxwell, whose curse manifested at the age of twenty-two, turned into a black panther once a month on the night when the white moon and black moon met.

The curse that turned the emperor into a magical beast once a month was designed to increase in frequency over time. And in the end, it was to become the master that completely dominated the mind and body of the emperor, the target of the curse.

In the end, the fate of never returning to human form and living as a beast for life. That was the fate of Emperor Maxwell of the Helterd Empire.

“By now, shouldn’t the number of times he turns into a magical beast be much more than once a month?”

As the woman knelt and offered a towel to the boy who had brought his hand from the lava, the boy quietly replied.

“Maxwell is such a strong human that he has been able to slow the pace of the curse until now, but now even he can’t help it. This year, when he turns twenty-six, the power of the curse is raging most powerfully. He will not endure it and will collapse.”

Silver eyes that held nothing in front, like opaque glass marbles, were hidden under white eyelashes as the boy added.

“Last night, for the first time, on a night when the two moons did not meet, the magical beast almost succeeded in coming out of the body… but it failed due to something.”

The boy spread out his pale hand that seemed as if the volcano’s flames could pass right through it and muttered to himself.

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