The Shining Star Above The Heaven-Chapter 463: Another Healing 1

"Are you the emperor of this empire?" Aldrian asked calmly.

The moment his eyes landed on the old man, he read his information and couldn’t help but notice his surname. With his cultivation level and age, Aldrian thought this old man might be the true emperor of the Atria Empire before the second prince’s coup.

"Raymond Atolia Rosalis," Aldrian thought.

The old man was actually a High Emperor stage cultivator, but he appeared extremely fragile, with a thin body and pale countenance. His condition reminded Aldrian of Pope Claudius before he healed him.

However, before the old man could answer, the butler standing beside the physician suddenly jumped in front of Aldrian, as if trying to protect the old man from him.

"What do you want? Isn’t your Excellency’s target that bastard? Why come here?" the butler asked in a firm voice.

Still, Aldrian could sense that the man was forcing himself to stay brave in front of him. His peak King stage cultivation was easy to sense. It was clear that he wanted to prove he was ready for anything and would not back down. The butler was even prepared to sacrifice himself for the old man, if it came to that.

Aldrian gave an inward nod, appreciating the butler’s determination. He had no intention of causing a misunderstanding, so he answered calmly.

"Relax. I don’t intend to harm him. I only came to see for myself the true emperor of this empire before the second prince’s coup. I want to know who the real ruler of the empire is, and perhaps build a relationship with him. If I intended to harm him, I would have already done so without any of you noticing."

Although what Aldrian said was humiliating, the butler couldn’t refute it. He still felt uneasy about Aldrian’s presence and wanted to drive him away. However, a voice from behind interrupted his thoughts.

"Daryl, you can stand down. What the young man said is true. If he wanted to harm me, he would have already done so long ago," the old man said in a slightly hoarse voice.

The butler continued to watch Aldrian warily for a few moments before finally sighing and stepping aside to make way.

The old man looked directly at Aldrian and finally responded to his earlier question.

"Yes. I was the emperor before that son of mine—no, before that man usurped my throne."

Aldrian gave a slight nod and walked in without waiting for an invitation. He approached the emperor and stood beside him.

The physician and the butler grew tense as Aldrian now stood closest to the emperor. All they could do was hope that he would not change his mind and harm him.

Emperor Raymond looked at Aldrian. There was no fear in his eyes. Instead, he simply wondered what Aldrian would do next.

Aldrian sat on the chair that had already been placed beside the emperor’s bed and spoke calmly.

"Can you give me your hand? I want to check something."

Emperor Raymond nodded and extended his frail, thin hand. Aldrian took it and placed his fingers on the emperor’s wrist, as though he were checking his pulse.

However, Aldrian was doing much more than that. While appearing to examine the pulse, he was assessing the emperor’s overall condition. He also used karma laws to check for any curses that might be affecting him.

From what he observed and sensed, the emperor seemed to be suffering from a blockage in his meridians and dantian. The blockage had only recently been released, allowing energy to begin flowing again.

He could also sense the lingering remnants of an ominous darkness, as if a curse had been bound to the emperor’s soul not long ago. Its presence still felt fresh, as though the curse had only recently been lifted.

Suddenly, he remembered the sensation he had felt when he was afflicted by the curse from the artifact in Wilmar’s hand, just before he destroyed it. The blockage of energy flow, the sealed dantian, and the way his soul felt bound by a darkness made it feel as if he were trapped in a nightmare.

As he looked at the emperor’s symptoms now, Aldrian finally understood what had truly happened. The emperor had been cursed, and that was how the second prince had been able to usurp the throne.

It was no wonder the coup had gone so smoothly, especially when he heard that the emperor had shown no signs of weakness before the coup. That artifact held strong curse. Aldrian had experienced its effects firsthand, and it was capable of rendering even a cultivator at the emperor’s level completely helpless.

From Aldrian’s guess, the curse within the emperor had been lifted because the artifact that served as its source was destroyed. When he had channeled the full power of his domains into his body to destroy the curse, he had instinctively sent a karmic attack toward its origin. That origin was the artifact.

The artifact was likely vulnerable item, which explained why it shattered instantly under the force of his karmic attack supported by the power of all his domains.

There was no way someone like the second prince could have lifted the curse on his own after escaping. Doing so would not have brought him any advantage.

Aldrian then injected his golden energy into the emperor’s body to speed up the healing process and erase any lingering remnants of the curse. Although the emperor would recover over time and the remnants would eventually fade on their own, Aldrian needed his condition to improve as quickly as possible.

Emperor Raymond suddenly felt a warm sensation as Aldrian’s golden energy flowed through him. His body felt refreshed and rejuvenated, as if he had just consumed a high-grade elixir. However, this sensation was far more comforting, and he could immediately tell that the energy coursing through him was more potent than any elixir he had ever taken in his life.

The physician and the butler watched the emperor’s transformation, unable to hide their amazement. Their eyes did not blink throughout the entire healing process. A golden hue flowed from Aldrian’s hand into the emperor’s body, healing everything it touched—even hidden ailments deep within.

After more than thirty seconds, Aldrian finally let go of the emperor’s hand and asked softly,

"How do you feel?"

Emperor Raymond looked at his hand and then down at his body. Although he was still thin, he felt refreshed, and there was a noticeable strength returning to his limbs. He could move more freely than before.

When he tried to stand, the physician and the butler immediately stepped forward to assist him, but he raised a hand to stop them, silently refusing their help.

Once Emperor Raymond stood up on his own, he began to walk. He took a few slow rounds under the watchful eyes of the butler and the physician. They were genuinely overjoyed by the sight. It truly looked like the emperor had been healed.

Since the day the second prince had done something to him, they had done everything in their power to help the emperor recover. They knew it was a powerful curse, and they had tried to break it, but nothing had worked, and there was no one in the palace capable of dispelling it.

They wanted to ask for help from the Church, but they couldn’t because the second prince had already begun his coup. He blocked every effort to seek assistance from outside, and not everyone was willing to come when the empire had already fallen into the chaos of civil war.

Emperor Raymond continued walking for more than a minute before finally sitting back on the bed with a quiet sigh. He looked at Aldrian with deep gratitude in his eyes.

"Thank you for healing me, young man. I heard your name is Aldrian? Then... may I call you young Aldrian?" he asked.

"Whatever that makes you comfortable, Your Majesty," Aldrian replied with slight smile. It was the first time he had shown a smile since arriving in this place.

The emperor responded with a nod and a smile, but suddenly, the emperor seemed to remember something. His expression shifted slightly, tinged with apology as he looked at Aldrian.

"I’m sorry, young Aldrian, but may I ask one more favor of you? I know you’ve already done so much for my empire, and I truly don’t know how to repay you... but could you please check on my other son? He’s in the same condition I was, but I fear his situation may be even worse." frёewebηovel.cѳm

There was a hint of pleading in his eyes as he continued.

"I will do anything in return for this. Please... can you heal my first son?" he asked, bowing his head slightly.

The butler and the physician widened their eyes slightly as they saw the emperor lower his head. It only showed how desperate he must have felt. They understood, at least to some extent, the emperor’s feelings. He had only two children—one had betrayed him, and the other now lay in critical condition.

If he lost his only remaining son, there would be no descendant to continue his legacy or inherit the empire. He had no blood brothers or younger relatives who could take the throne, leaving him completely alone. Without a clear successor, the empire would likely fall into another chaos, with various parties trying to push forward their own candidates for the throne.

"Of course, Your Majesty. I will heal him, even if you hadn’t asked, I would have done it anyway."