| “ | I'd rather be destroyed atop a tower of bones than sink into a rotting swamp. | ” |
Bio[]
An ambitious schemer with a frightening vision. The things he wants to do may be insane, but his extraordinary charisma always gets people to follow him willingly. His every word and deed is full of elegant nobility, and he gives off a vibe that is tender and gentle, never uncomfortable or aggressive. This only makes it easier for him to obtain the trust of others, even though he has seemingly never trusted anyone. For Kaiserschmarrn, the loyalty and safety of companions is of course important, but danger and challenge are better at rousing his desire to conquer.
Food Introduction[]
Kaiserschmarrn has the noble lineage of Austrian royalty. Legend has it that the Princess "Sisi's" husband, the emperor of Austria Kaiser Franz Joseph, was out hunting boar and had a meal at a farmhouse. He was going to eat an omelette—a local specialty—but because they didn't have the requisite ham on hand, the chef hastily used the only milk, raisins, and eggs he had to make this sweet pancake dish. Receiving the hearty approval of the monarch, it thereby received the name kaiserschmarrn (literally "emperor's mess"). It is eaten with apricot jam, and each mouthful is fluffy and crispy with a rich flavor that is simply undeniable.
Other Info[]
How to Acquire[]
Associated Events
- Beast Party
- Song & Wine
- Encore Party XXXIV
- Sun Resplendence
- Imperial Ceremony
- Moonlight Singe
- Divine Dragon's Blessings
- Food Soul Star Plan X
- Ocean of Dreams
- May Day Exclusive
Initial Stats[]
 Soul Power
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2768 |
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 Attack
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146 |
 Defense
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21 |
 HP
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467 |
 Crit Rate
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1212 |
 Crit Dmg
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1436 |
 Atk Spd
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1425 |
Skills[]
| Pale Dance | Basic Skill | |
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Kaiserschmarrn picks up a skeleton with one hand and brandishes it, dealing 40% (80%) ATK as damage plus 268 (3484) extra damage to all enemies, also boosting ATK by 25% (45%) for all allies, lasting 5 seconds. | |
| Skeletal Feast | Energy Skill | |
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Kaiserschmarrn picks up a skeleton with two hands and brandishes it, and the skeleton falling on the enemy deals 40% (80%) ATK as damage plus 458 (5954) extra damage to all enemies, also taking 1 (9) points of energy per second from the highest-ATK enemy, lasting 5 seconds. | |
| Super Skeletal Feast | Link Skill | |
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Kaiserschmarrn picks up a skeleton with two hands and brandishes it, and the skeleton falling on the enemy deals 60% (120%) ATK as damage plus 615 (7995) extra damage to all enemies, also taking 6 (14) points of energy per second from the highest-ATK enemy, lasting 5 seconds. | 
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blue = lvl 1
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| Contract | Fate has brought us together today, but what twists and turns does she have in store for us? Let's wait and see together, shall we, Master Attendant? | ||
| Log In | I wonder how things look down in hell at the moment... Master Attendant, you don't wish to know? Oh, don't worry. I'll protect you. | ||
| Ice Arena | I wonder which is colder, this place or the throne? | ||
| Skills | Your soul is graced by my victory. Rest in peace. | ||
| Ascend | The door to hell is opening unto us... | ||
| Fatigue | It's been so long since I've felt fatigued. It does indeed put one out of sorts... | ||
| Recovering | I dreamed of a cage for a wild beast... but locked inside was none other than myself... | ||
| Team Formation | Onward, toward inevitable victory. | ||
| Knockout | How could progress have halted here...? | ||
| Notice | Everything is prepared... Master Attendant, tonight will I have the pleasure of dining with you? | ||
| Idle 1 | Money, fame, power... they're all actually the same as the emperor's new clothing: nothing hollow praise made with rhetorical flourish, nothing more than layer upon layer of lies. | ||
| Idle 2 | Being softhearted just makes one indecisive, and if betrayed, one gets nothing else aside from the multiplied pain. | ||
| Idle 3 | Perhaps no one will understand any of what I've done, but so-called meaning doesn't exist naturally anyway. All those disordered and chaotic bits and pieces get their meaning only because I create it. | ||
| Interaction 1 | Manipulating a puppet isn't a difficult thing. If you're interested, Master Attendant, naturally you can have a go. But please forgive me for not teaching you any of the fancy techniques. After all, manipulating others can be addicting... If you got like that, it would be troublesome. | ||
| Interaction 2 | You have a very curious heart, Master Attendant—and that's not necessarily a good thing... | ||
| Interaction 3 | Here's a rare tidbit I can share with you: Some people, in order to try to hide the fact that they're lying, will stare into the eyes of the other person. If you don't believe me, I wouldn't mind you using me as a guinea pig. So... Right now, am I being truthful, or lying? | ||
| Pledge | Attendant, you wish to stop me too? Although I've never doubted the possibility of you succeeding, the prelude has been played, and there's no stopping for me now... Even still, there is one thing you don't have to doubt—At my side, you will always be safe. | ||
| Intimacy 1 | Fear not. I'll never let you go, no matter when. | ||
| Intimacy 2 | Will you have this dance with me? No matter the rhythm or the steps, you need not worry. Just relax and follow me. | ||
| Intimacy 3 | If it's with you, then perhaps I truly can throw caution to the wind, drop everything, and dance with you like nobody's watching... | ||
| Victory | Just a small step toward victory, that's all. | ||
| Defeat | To achieve a grand victory will require even more careful planning... | ||
| Feeding | Oh my, this is truly an unexpected delight. | ||
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Contents of this page has been fan-translated by Namo Welldan. and may not be completely accurate. Official translations will be added whenever it's available. |
I. Louse.
I have often heard various proverbs, but it is not that they can be used in every situation. After all, the "King" is the one who has managed to gather loyal subordinates around himself, and not the other way around. Without the support of his subjects, even kings lose power.
Therefore, if you want to rule a country, it is not enough to simply wring the neck of the one on whose head the crown rests. You must be able to take advantage of the most vulnerable spots of the country itself.
A stone path with two flower beds on each side leads to a garden with a small fountain in the middle. Next to it is a dining table covered with a white tablecloth, at which small groups of people are chatting, but their conversation is more forced than heartfelt. Surprisingly, the birthday party of the Third Prince of Savoy turned out to be much poorer than the usual party of young, uneducated gentlemen. It seems that the third prince is not at all welcome in the palace. No one even tries to start a conversation with the hero of the occasion.
I was about to approach him, but suddenly stopped and laughed.
"You don't have to worry, I have the invitation with me."
At that moment, "Silence" rang in my ears for a second, and the black misty cloud, dissolving like a drop of ink in water, gradually revealed the silhouette of a man who turned out to be a young man. He put his sword back in its sheath and looked at me with some confusion and displeasure.
"So you saw me?"
"No, I only caught your presence. Are you the Prince's bodyguard?"
"Yes, I apologize. We have not met before, so I had to be wary. I hope you can understand me."
Even when the young man apologized, he said it without any emotion.
Without waiting for my answer, he hid again, dissolving into the black mist.
Such an ability would do me good...
After putting my thoughts in order, I approached the third prince.
"Good evening, Your Highness. Today's opening speech was dedicated to your birthday, wasn't it? If you don't want this event to be your last, could you spare me some time?"
"W-What are you talking about?"
If I had been approached with such a proposal on my birthday, I would obviously have been angry, but instead, the prince looked at me with fear in his eyes. In the midst of the feud for the throne between the first and second princes, the Third Prince remained in the position of a child -- he was aware that war was already near, but did not understand much about it.
"I knew it... Tell me, there are quite a few guards involved this evening, aren't there?"
"Yes... My eldest brother, the second prince, warned me that there would be quite a few guests at tonight's party, that's why so many guards were assigned to me."
"But here, as I see, your guests are even fewer than your guards. Are you sure… that she is here to protect you, Your Highness?"
The Third Prince seemed to finally understand what I was getting at. In fear and rage, he dropped his fork and knife, and his voice trembled slightly.
“But I am not even a contender for the position of Emperor… He has no need to threaten me!”
“Your very existence is already a threat to him.”
If the Second Prince succeeds in displacing the First Prince, he will move on and get rid of the last obstacle in the form of the younger brother. And the Third Prince understood this.
The Third Prince was nothing more than a small, annoying louse.
“And you… Do you really work for the middle brother?”
He spoke as if he had already accepted his fate.
“Oh, I do not work for anyone at all. In fact, I would like to become your strength, Your Highness.”
As the Prince looked at me in surprise, I picked up his knife that had fallen from the table.
"If you don't want to be an enemy in someone else's eyes, just gouge them out."
The dull knife clanked sadly as it fell onto the plate.
"Don't you want to take the throne yourself, rather than just watch someone else take it?"
II. Poison.
For the Tierra Continent, Savoy is an unusual country. While other countries rely on Food Souls to develop, Savoy uses "magic" while isolating itself from the rest of the world.
For the Clemens family, Savoy is an undesirable element.
"Still, a book alone cannot grant magical power."
The boy sitting in front of me slowly sipped his tea. I first saw him as a helpless crying baby. The passage of time was inexorably fast.
"You're right... Since we can't obtain magical power with a book, let's just take over this country."
"Could you, our Father's most beloved Food Soul, really do such a thing?"
He spoke as if he was genuinely interested in what I would say. But I knew that he had most likely already planned everything out long before our conversation. I immediately went to Savoy under the guise of a distant relative of an aristocratic family and, after a simple investigation, decided to start implementing the plan with the third prince.
But not the plan of the Clemens family, but my own plan.
I once devoted my life to serving the Clemens family, but now that its current head has died, I have become completely unnecessary to them. Moreover, the Clemens began to consider me an annoying gnat. Unfortunately for them, even among gnats there are those who are capable of killing with their poison.
The Third Prince was clearly touched by my proposal. But what was even more obvious was that he was not afraid of war.
"For someone like me?.. To take the throne? What are you..."
"Oh, don't worry. You have nothing to fear. Let's not rush things. After all, we still have plenty of time."
"We?"
"My name is Franz, I am a distant relative of the Lehman family. Savoy is now my permanent refuge. I owe a lot to the people here who once raised me, and now I want to repay them by making it my life's calling to help a wise ruler."
"A wise ruler…"
"Yes, I am talking about you, Your Highness."
The Prince's mind was still intoxicated by dreams of sitting on the throne, and his face turned red with excitement. He asked me to protect him at today's banquet. I nodded slightly and left the garden.
"Hey!"
Walking along a deserted path, I suddenly heard a voice - that same bodyguard was calling me, probably having overheard my conversation with the third prince.
"Who are you and what are you planning?!"
"Are you His Highness's Food Soul?"
"Let's admit it. Answer my question!"
"I once had a Master… But now I am free to choose my own master."
For a second, the young man, as if not understanding what I said, was dumbfounded. Laughing, I caught up with him and lightly patted his shoulder.
“Anyway, we must ensure His Highness’s safety tonight.”
The youth disappeared, probably disappearing back into the black fog and hiding somewhere in the shadows. Then, instead of guarding the third prince in the mansion, I went to get information about his bodyguard. His name was Pastilla. The Third Prince summoned him when he was 15. It had not even been two years since he was born. It was said that the Third Prince forbade Pastilla from showing himself in public because he was afraid that his older brothers would start to see his ability to summon Food Souls as a threat to themselves.
It is unlikely that Pastilla himself was happy with the fact that he had to hide in the shadows for two whole years, and so I cannot help but note his loyalty to his Master. That night, Pastilla caught an assassin who was found to be in possession of an item with the seal of the First Prince. Rumor has it that Pastilla, despite attempts to stop him, still made public the planned attack on the Third Prince by the First Prince in front of His Highness and the court officials. In the end, in order to preserve his position and that of his eldest son, His Highness reluctantly found the assassin guilty, and the Third Prince himself received some compensation, probably because His Highness himself felt guilty about the situation.
I handed the Second Prince a glass of wine, feeling a little happy at the way he angrily gnashed his teeth.
“Your Highness, the First Prince may not have lost his position, but he was still under house arrest. This means that you will now have to take part in the annual ceremony of the Great Wizards in his place. And, as you may recall, according to tradition, only the next heir to the crown can host the Great Wizards.
Only after these words did the Second Prince's face smile for the first time. Even though nothing had been decided, he was already dividing the skin of an unkilled bear. He sat down in front of me, and his wife, whose face was filled with melancholy, handed me a small box.
"Yes, your plan was the best possible one. Here is my gratitude to you."
The gold and silver jewelry in the box sparkled much brighter than those worn by the Second Prince's wife. I thanked her and accepted the gift.
"Thank you. Now, we should focus on hosting the Great Wizards. After all, His Highness cares about this reception much more than about the life of the third prince. We cannot afford to make a mistake, can we?"
III. White.
The Great Wizards of Savoy hold the second position in the country after its emperor. It is said that during the time of the Fallen, hree wizards protected Savoy and prevented the country from falling into ruin. However, they showed no interest in governing the country. Hiding in the shadow of the emperor, they settled far from the borders of the kingdom so as not to cause unnecessary conflicts in the country, visiting the palace only once a year unless there is a war or other serious event. The security of Savoy rests on the strength of the Great Wizards, and therefore their reception must be especially solemn. No matter how well the reception of the Great Wizards goes and how well the royal family performs, the heir to the throne will be judged based on whether he managed to maintain friendly and close relations with the Great Wizards.
Filled with confidence, the Second Prince was going to hold a much grander reception than usual to confirm his right to the throne. His wife sat quietly next to him, nodding vigorously from time to time, as if she were afraid that something bad might happen if she didn't. She lowered her head, examining the toes of her shoes, until at one point she seemed to see something, causing her to look up and meet my gaze. I smiled at her, but she lowered her head even lower, as if guilty. The Second Prince looked at his wife with disgust and said hastily:
"Well, Anna, go ahead, tidy up the ritual hall. And see that the servants don't slack off here."
"Yes, sir..."
"Well, it's time for me too. Your Highness, I will pray for your success..."
The day of the reception was drawing nearer. The First Prince was unable to take part in the preparations due to illness. Apart from him, all of Savoy was filled with excitement and wild joy.
Standing in the ritual hall, the second prince could not hide his face, shiny with sweat. The servants were paralyzed with fear that something might go wrong because of them. No one noticed the absence of the prince's wife.
The reception began. Accompanied by an honor guard, a red carpet unfurled next to the carriage with the three Great Wizards. Only at this moment can ordinary people see the faces of the Great Wizards. Then, following the procedure, the Great Wizards entered the front hall and, after greeting the emperor and the princes, walked with them into the main hall, the doors of which were solemnly and slowly opened by two guards.
"Ah!"
The Third Prince, standing nearby, cried out inconspicuously, but not to attract attention. The gaze of those present focused on the prince's bloodless wife, hanging right on the main shrine.
"Take her off, take her off immediately!"
The guards immediately followed the instructions and removed the girl from the shrine. One touch was enough to understand that the young, beautiful wife of the prince was already dead. It would seem that this was just a farce in revenge for the failed assassination attempt on the Third Prince, if not for the suicide note of the girl nailed to her hand. The letters, written in blood, captured all the sorrows of the poor unloved wife, who received from her husband only words that she was a simple tool in his hands. In order to show the world all the atrocities that the Second Prince did to her, she put on a dress that exposed her arms and back, on the delicate skin of which horrific scars adorned. Then it became clear why the prince's wife died and why she decided to leave life in such a defiant manner.
The angry emperor ordered the Second Prince to properly bury the girl's body and never return to the palace. Holding the dead body of the girl in his arms, the Second Prince walked out of the hall as if in a fog. When we were level, I couldn't help but look at that poor girl once more. She didn't have to sacrifice herself. Yet, she had the incredible courage to take revenge on her husband.
And I wonder… How much did my words from last night affect her?
Last night, after leaving the Second Prince's chambers, I immediately caught up with his wife, who was heading to the ritual hall.
"I must say, you are an excellent wife. You work tirelessly, all for the sake of your husband."
"Oh, no, what are you saying…"
"The Second Prince dotes on you, doesn't he? You know, having entered the imperial family at the age of 13, you have become an example for many young couples in Savoy. I heard that many are envious of your love."
"…"
"Perhaps in the future you will become the mother of Savoy and live a truly worthy life."
Hearing this, she trembled.
"Oh? I hope you have something to put on. It's getting cold today, try not to get sick."
I wonder what her face expressed at that moment? Surely she was about to burst into tears.
No matter how much society envied the married life of the prince's wife, she entered the imperial family without ever knowing love or male attention. In her life, there was only one husband, but he treated her coldly, ignoring the pain he brought her. Even after her death, he refused to conduct her funeral.
Having placed a bouquet of white dahlias on her grave, I bowed to the tombstone with her name and silently paid my respects to her.
The rest of the reception passed without any incidents. The Third Prince took charge of the reception and, fortunately, thanks to our rehearsals, he carried it out successfully without any of the previous excitement. They say that the Great Wizard Aleister highly appreciated the reception of the Third Prince and immediately gave him a new magical chronicle -- a book in which all future events that will happen in the kingdom until the next reception of the Great Wizards are recorded, and the measures that need to be taken.
Usually it is given only to the future ruler of the state.
IV. Chess.
The Great Wizards live in a blue castle surrounded by dried vines and thorns, like evil sorcerers from old legends.
The Three Great Wizards were once quite friendly, but the irreconcilability of ideals alienated them from each other, and now they live separately behind barred windows.
Even then, all the signs of the beginning of a war among the Great Wizards were visible.
"Long time no see, Franz."
The old man, whose long hair trailed behind him on the floor, slowly approached me.
"Don't worry, you didn't keep me waiting at all."
I smiled at him.
"Great Wizard Aleister, I am very glad to meet you again."
Nodding, Aleister led me to the central hall of the castle.
Here, three days ago, the reception of archmages was held.
"As you wanted, I gave the magical chronicle to the third prince... Now your Master can become Emperor."
"I express my deep gratitude to you on behalf of His Highness… What do you demand of me in return?"
"I want… for you to steal the "Book of the Dead.""
As soon as the corners of my lips began to turn up, I caught myself and pretended to be surprised.
"The "Book of the Dead"… A legendary book, the result of the hard work of past Great Wizards… But doesn’t it already belong to you?"
"Exactly. Not to me, but to “you."”
He said the last word with hatred and pain in his face.
"But the other two fools are not given the ability to understand how to properly use the "Book of the Dead". Therefore, it should belong to me, a person who truly understands the principles of its work."
"Okay, I understand you. Of course, stealing the "Book of the Dead" is not such an impossible task, but I'm afraid I'll need your help, Great Wizard Aleister..."
"No, you'll have to do it yourself. If I help you, the other fools will immediately notice my presence, and we'll get into a very bad situation."
Aleister nervously rubbed his wand in anticipation of victory.
"But don't worry. Although I won't be able to accompany you, I'll give you a map and a key to the library. With them, any Food Soul will be able to steal the "Book of the Dead"."
After the reception, as promised, I arrived at the castle of the Great Wizards and got the key and map from Aleister. He spent a long time explaining to me how the library was arranged, and I, pretending to be a good listener, watched his expression.
Apparently, he didn't notice anything strange until I left the castle.
"So even magic can't reveal the Food Souls' disguise..."
"Even if another wizard were in the library at the time, you wouldn't be noticed."
Pastilla looked at me with disgust and took the map and key. The whole time I was talking to Aleister, he was hiding in my shadow.
"So, what's written in the magic chronicle is a complete lie?"
"It seems that Aleister forged the predictions. The only thing he didn't forge was the fact that the third prince would take the throne of Savoy."
"Okay. For His Highness, I'm willing to steal the "Book of the Dead.""
"Are you sure you want this?"
Pastilla, who was about to leave for the mission, turned around and looked at me in surprise.
"What do you mean? Have you changed your mind now and want to stop me?"
"Not at all. I'm just asking if you really think that an alliance between Aleister and the heir to the throne is a great idea for you specifically?"
Pastilla's face, realizing what I meant, flashed with awkwardness.
"But His Highness is my Master. If he wishes for something, then I, as a Food Soul, must fulfill his wish."
"Indeed, it makes sense. Here."
I threw him a small bottle from my pocket, and before he could dissolve in the black fog, he caught it with his hand raised high. The pulled-up sleeve revealed many scars. Pastilla covered them with his hand, slightly embarrassed, raised his head and asked me:
"What is this?"
"An ointment for healing wounds. A gift from His Highness."
I noticed a fleeting sadness in Pastilla's eyes.
He had worked for the Third Prince for two years since he was summoned, but in return he had not received even the basic treatment that even a commoner could afford.
"I'm not sure how effective it is for Food Souls, but it's better to heal scars as soon as possible. But don't misunderstand my gesture. I'm not helping you out of pity, no. I just thought you'd need it more than I did."
I left without waiting for his answer.
The next day, Pastilla brought me the stolen "Book of the Dead." But I didn't give it to Aleister as I had promised. The Great Wizards immediately noticed the book was missing. Pastilla deliberately left a map in the library that had Aleister's magical trace on it, which allowed suspicion to be cast on him. Aleister had no excuse, and finally a real war broke out between the Great Wizards, who had long been divided by enmity. Prioritizing the need to defeat the Great Wizards, Aleister, spitting on the people of Savoy, plunged the country into darkness without hesitation, raining fire arrows on its lands. The common people outside the castle found themselves in an extremely dire situation.
The Third Prince ordered Pastilla to cut off Aleister's head in defense of Savoy. He did not need to look at the magical chronicle to understand that with this order he was signing Pastilla's death warrant. But what difference did it make to the Third Prince, who was one step away from the throne of Savoy?
"You are my Food Soul, so if necessary, you will have to die for me."
Pastilla nodded in shock, not knowing how best to answer his Master.
Noticing the Third Prince's smile, I ran out of the palace to catch up with Pastilla. The pitch-black sky and earth and the incessant lava rain created a truly apocalyptic scene.
And in this purgatory, Pastilla had to fight a wizard comparable in strength to the real Satan.
"Do you remember what I told you the first time we met?"
He didn't turn to face me, but even from behind I could see how often his chest rose and fell and how desperately he gulped in air.
I had long imagined this scene in my head.
"We, the Food Souls, are free to choose our own master. And you, Pastilla, need a zealous leader, not a tyrant who exploits his subordinates and deliberately ignores their merits."
I stood in front of him, knowing that the scorching rain could burn my back.
"Perhaps you would like to become my subordinate? All that would be required of you is to swear eternal loyalty to me. If you truly wish to defy your fate and break all ties with the tyrant prince...
Kneel before me and call me "Emperor."
V. Kaiserschmarrn.
The war ended with the death of all Three Great Wizards. Their bodies turned to ashes.
The buildings destroyed in the war were rebuilt. But what about the people who died? They could not be brought back. Like the first prince. His bedchamber burned down with him.
The next day, the "Book of the Dead" was found in the chest of drawers in the Third Prince's room. By that time, he had already gone mad: hiding under the table, he attacked anyone who dared to approach him.
No one sympathized with the Third Prince, because everyone believed that he was the one who stole the book, because of which the war between the Three Great Wizards broke out, bringing so much trouble and destruction. The emperor could not resist the mood of the people and sentenced the third prince to death.
On the day when the Second Prince returned to the palace, the old Emperor finally fell ill and never recovered.
On the night before the enthronement ceremony, the Second Prince summoned Kaiserschmarrn to his chambers.
"Franz, how can I thank you? Tell me what you want, and I will fulfill your every wish."
He said to Kaiserschmarrn in the reflection of the mirror in front of which he was changing into elegant clothes.
Looking at his white robes, Kaiserschmarrn remembered the white dahlias on the grave of the deceased princess. Smiling, he shook his head.
"You know, initially I was going to completely sever all ties with my family and live in the shadow of a wise ruler here in Savoy. But the Third Prince made me realize one thing... There are simply no wise rulers here. Not even that, there is no one here who could even become one."
In addition to the prince and Kaiserschmarrn, there were also important people in the room who were supposed to explain the rules for tomorrow's ceremony, so Kaiserschmarrn's words came as a huge shock to them.
The Second Prince looked at Kaiserschmarrn coldly.
"And what do you want to tell me with this?"
"That I decided to lead this country myself. I decided to test whether I could become a wise ruler myself. All this time, I only pretended to carry out other people's orders, neglecting all instructions... But the longer I was here, the more bored I became. Princes, emperors, wizards -- they are all just people who are so easy to manipulate. They are like puppets dancing a stupid and boring dance, you just have to pull their strings... Simply put, I am tired of all this."
And then, the Second Prince, panicking, called all the guards into the room. Surrounded, Kaiserschmarrn didn’t even try to escape. He didn’t even panic. He slowly sat down on the sofa.
“So many guards… You were planning to kill me from the very beginning, weren’t you?”
“You really are smart. I needed you to take the throne, and now that the crown is in my power, your very existence is a danger to me.”
“Do you really think that the crown is in your power?”
Kaiserschmarrn smiled again in his usual way. A mask-like smile that hid his true emotions and intentions.
“I’m afraid you’ll hardly be able to see tomorrow’s coronation.”
“And I suppose you still haven’t noticed that I’m actually a Food Soul.”
The Second Prince sensed the danger, but it was too late. The black fog slowly dispersed throughout the room and finally erupted into an endless flock of black birds, which immediately attacked the guards. The howling of the birds and the cries of the people were drowned in a crimson river of blood.
Having crossed it, Pastilla quietly stood next to Kaiserschmarrn. The aristocrats who witnessed this massacre could not even stand. Falling to their knees before Kaiserschmarrn, they trembled and screamed:
"Long live the King! Long live the King!"
Kaiserschmarrn did not answer them, only ordered that new clothes be prepared for the ceremony tomorrow.
Is it true that the First Prince wanted to kill the Third Prince?
Who gave the Second Prince's wife the idea that she could ruin his life by committing suicide at the reception of the Great Wizards?
Why did the magical chronicle not give a single correct prediction?
Is it a coincidence that such a meticulous man as Aleister forgot a map with his own magical imprint in the library?
And how did it happen that the timid third prince stole the "Book of the Dead"? Why did he go mad overnight?
No one will ever know the answer to these questions.
They will only know that the noble young man put an end to the cruel second prince and his subordinates. And now he will forever free the people of Savoy from misfortune.
That is what they must remember.
The coronation took place without any incidents. With a heavy crown on his head, Kaiserschmarrn sat on the throne of Savoy. At his feet was a crowd of people in shining clothes, calling themselves subjects of their country. But Kaiserschmarrn saw them as a gathering of zombies. It even seemed to him that he was sitting on top of a mountain of corpses.
He took off his crown and left the throne.
"How boring."
He had already read all the secrets written in the "Book of the Dead", understood what it was like to be an Emperor, and even found a loyal subordinate in the shadows, just like he had dreamed of. He no longer had any reason to stay here.
The new Emperor had given up the throne as soon as he ascended it. His stunned subjects could only watch as he left the palace.
"What should we do now?"
Pastilla had not yet gotten used to the fact that his new Master could start talking to him, but he liked it much more than the lack of any communication with the previous one.
"Let me think…"
Kaiserschmarrn looked back at the first half of his human life. The faces of the people he had met, the map and the key that the Archmage had given him, the open box of jewelry in front of him, the pathetic bug by the window and the white dahlia flowers… all these moments flashed before his eyes like lights.
He remembered Anna. Anna Clemens, the princess who had died so early. Another “pawn” of the Clemens family. For them, she was just another name among thousands of the same. But for Anna, this attitude had cost her her entire miserable life.
Kaiserschmarrn could still vividly see her grand “end” before him. As well as Pastilla, kneeling before him and loudly proclaiming him “Emperor” against the backdrop of a black sky illuminated by fiery rain.
"If only I could see something like that again…"
It doesn’t have to be in the darkness of Savoy. And it doesn’t have to be Pastilla who kneels before him.
Kaiserschmarrn drew up a completely new plan, writing the names of 5,000 people into it, and ordered Pastilla to send this list of names to the empire led by the Food Soul.
He decided to exterminate the Clemens family. Having lived under their wing for almost a century, he knew better than anyone how crazy their intentions were. But what pawn would be satisfied with its fate, knowing that it could become king?
He was not a pathetic bug on the windowsill.
Even the beautiful dahlia flowers are destined to wither and rot.
White flowers at funerals are no longer needed for those who have left this world.
He has long been part of a chess game from which he can no longer escape.
Which means he must win.
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Max HP boosted (3.5%, 4.6%, 5.8%, 7.1%, 8.4%, 9.9%, 11.7%, 13.9%, 16.6%, 20%). Restores (3.5%, 4.6%, 5.8%, 7.1%, 8.4%, 9.9%, 11.7%, 13.9%, 16.6%, 20%) of Max HP as HP for self every 15s. |
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Max HP boosted (3.5%, 4.6%, 5.8%, 7.1%, 8.4%, 9.9%, 11.7%, 13.9%, 16.6%, 20%). Restores (8, 11, 14, 17, 21, 24, 29, 34, 41, 50) pts of energy for self every 15s. |
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Max HP boosted (3.5%, 4.6%, 5.8%, 7.1%, 8.4%, 9.9%, 11.7%, 13.9%, 16.6%, 20%). Makes all allies invincible for 3s every 15s. |
| Togi Node II - HP | |
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When own HP is above 60%, basic atks will restore (140, 185, 235, 284, 338, 396, 468, 557, 665, 800) HP per sec to three random allies, lasting 2s. |
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When own HP is above 60%, every 3s, the next basic atk will boost ATK (5.2%, 6.9%, 8.8%, 10.6%, 12.6%, 14.8%, 17.5%, 20.9%, 24.9%, 30%) for the two highest-ATK allies, lasting 5s. |
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When own HP is above 60%, every 5s, the next basic atk will lower ATK (8%, 11%, 14%, 17%, 21%, 24%, 29%, 34%, 41%, 50%) for the highest-ATK enemy, lasting 3s. |
| Togi Node III - Attack | |
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When own HP is above 60%, skill casts deal (35%, 46%, 58%, 71%, 84%, 99%, 117%, 139%, 166%, 200%) ATK as dmg to the nearest enemy and boost ATK (7%, 9.2%, 11.7%, 14.2%, 16.9%, 19.8%, 23.4%, 27.8%, 33.2%, 40%) for the two highest-ATK allies, lasting 5s. (10s CD for ATK boost) |
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When own HP is above 60%, skill casts deal (26%, 34%, 44%, 53%, 63%, 74%, 87%, 104%, 124%, 150%) ATK as dmg to the nearest three enemies and restore (3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 11, 13, 16, 20) pts of energy to three random allies while also dispelling any debuffs from them. (5s CD on restore/dispel effect) |
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When own HP is above 60%, skill casts deal (17%, 23%, 29%, 35%, 42%, 49%, 58%, 69%, 83%, 100%) ATK as dmg to all enemies and restore (3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 11, 13, 16, 20) pts of energy to three random allies while also dispelling any buffs from three random enemies. (5s CD on restore/dispel effect) |
| Togi Node IV - Crit Dmg | |
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Boosts ATK (3.5%, 4.6%, 5.8%, 7.1%, 8.4%, 9.9%, 11.7%, 13.9%, 16.6%, 20%) for all allies. When any ally casts a skill, it will deal (17%, 23%, 29%, 35%, 42%, 49%, 58%, 69%, 83%, 100%) ATK as dmg to a random enemy and dispel any buffs from a random enemy. |
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Boosts ATK (3.5%, 4.6%, 5.8%, 7.1%, 8.4%, 9.9%, 11.7%, 13.9%, 16.6%, 20%) for all allies. When any ally casts a skill, it will deal (17%, 23%, 29%, 35%, 42%, 49%, 58%, 69%, 83%, 100%) ATK as dmg to a random enemy and dispel any debuffs from a random ally. |
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Boosts ATK (3.5%, 4.6%, 5.8%, 7.1%, 8.4%, 9.9%, 11.7%, 13.9%, 16.6%, 20%) for all allies. Basic atks of two highest-ATK allies deal (17%, 23%, 29%, 35%, 42%, 49%, 58%, 69%, 83%, 100%) ATK as dmg to a random enemy. |
| Togi Node V - Crit Rate | |
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When own HP is above 50%, own skill dmg is boosted (8%, 11%, 14%, 17%, 21%, 24%, 29%, 34%, 41%, 50%). When own HP is below 90%, own skill casts make all allies invincible for 3s. (8s CD for invincibility) |
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When the highest-ATK ally's HP is above 50%, that ally's skill dmg is boosted (8%, 11%, 14%, 17%, 21%, 24%, 29%, 34%, 41%, 50%). When that ally's HP is below 90%, his/her basic atks and skill casts deal an extra (17%, 23%, 29%, 35%, 42%, 49%, 58%, 69%, 83%, 100%) ATK as dmg to all enemies. |
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When HP of all allies is above 50%, their ATK is boosted (8%, 11%, 14%, 17%, 21%, 24%, 29%, 34%, 41%, 50%). When HP of all allies is below 90%, when any ally casts a skill, it deals (21%, 27%, 35%, 42%, 50%, 59%, 70%, 83%, 99%, 120%) ATK as dmg to a random enemy. |