I Became the Narrow-Eyed Character in the Little Prince Game-Chapter 150: For Elize (4)

The sun.

The light that illuminates the world, the name that reigns over all that is noble.

People looked up to such a being and called him Emperor.

Valcaros Lantana von Staufen.

The man was no exception.

Born into the House of Staufen, he had no choice but to bear the duty of the heavens upon his shoulders.

The weight of the crown, gilded in gold, and the cloak, as red as blood, was heavy.

To reign meant to be alone.

And yet, they say that even emperors can love.

There was only one place where the emperor was allowed to rest his weary heart.

His family.

"Valcaros."

"I heard you had another huge fight with the ministers today?"

"How many times do I have to tell you to fix that temper of yours..."

"Honestly."

The most noble flower.

The Empress.

"Still... you worked hard."

"I know how much effort you always put in."

The lonely throne of the empire.

Perhaps it was because of that loneliness.

Valcaros cherished the empress more than anyone else.

Even when his presence alone could make the air as sharp as a blade, he was always gentle with his wife.

She was the only one who remained untainted by the filth of politics.

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"Remember, Valcaros."

"No matter what happens, I will always be by your side."

Words whispered to him at the end of a long day.

The scent of her skin as she kissed the bridge of his nose.

The warmth of their embrace, as they held each other in silence.

The way her green eyes always smiled when they met his.

Not even time had dulled those memories.

They were clear—vivid as ever.

But.

Even that fragile peace was shattered.

The first misfortune came for him.

"Oh, gods."

The Empress had always been frail.

She needed medicine constantly, and doctors were never far from her side.

And yet, for the sake of giving birth to an heir, she had endured pregnancy and childbirth.

Her delicate body simply could not withstand it.

In the end, after giving birth to their second child, the empress succumbed to the aftereffects and collapsed.

As her petals withered away, so too did Valcaros's world.

But.

"Valcaros."

"Even if I am gone... please, take care of our children."

Her last words.

A faint whisper that bound Valcaros in place.

Wrapped around him, refusing to let him give up.

"I was happy... because I loved you."

And in the end.

The empress left this world.

Valcaros held her lifeless hand and swore.

That no matter what, he would protect their children.

"From now on... you will be my life."

The days that followed were filled with endless effort.

Valcaros did everything he could.

He refused to let his children feel their mother's absence.

Even as he spent sleepless nights buried in work, he made sure to spend time by their side whenever he could.

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His once sharp temper softened.

It was a miracle.

"I told you to fix your temper."

"You're always so harsh, no wonder people are afraid to approach you."

"Well... I don’t mind, since it makes me feel like I have you all to myself."

"But still, if you push everyone away, you'll be lonely."

Words he had heard a thousand times.

Even with the Empress's nagging, he had never changed.

And yet, for the sake of his children, he was changing.

No matter how exhausted he was, just thinking of them brought a smile to his lips.

At that time, they were his only reason to live.

"Please."

Elize.

Even though he had lost the Empress, he never resented their child.

Her red hair was just as beautiful as her mother's.

Her green eyes—just like his—were precious.

For Valcaros, his only joy was seeing glimpses of his wife in their daughters.

Memories fade, but their warmth lingered, like the last note of a bittersweet tea.

That was his life.

To grieve.

And yet, to still hope.

"May this life last forever."

But.

Even as he desperately clung to his life, misfortune did not pass him by.

Rather, it bared its fangs at him, as if mocking his struggles.

"Your Majesty."

"You must prepare yourself."

The second misfortune had arrived.

The royal physician delivered the news with a grave expression.

"At most... one year."

Elize.

His daughter had been given a death sentence.

According to the physicians, it was an incurable disease.

Mana Stone Consumption Disease.

A disease so cruel that its very name was infamous.

The Imperial Palace was thrown into chaos.

If word spread that a curse of the gods had manifested in a princess of the empire, it would undoubtedly tarnish the authority of the sun itself.

The naïve would panic, claiming it was an omen of misfortune upon the empire.

The cunning would see it as an opportunity—a chance to scheme and seize power.

The political implications alone were enough to give him a splitting headache.

But.

Valcaros had no room to care about any of that.

He could do nothing but stare blankly—his mind numb.

"Why..."

His daughter was on the brink of death.

What parent could remain sane in such a situation?

Especially Valcaros, whose attachment to his children ran deep.

They were the only remnants of the Empress.

"Find it."

"Scour the entire continent if you must—find a way...!"

Even if he knew it was futile.

Valcaros desperately searched for a cure.

He dispatched his most trusted aides, sending them to every corner of the continent.

Doctors renowned for their knowledge of all diseases, sorcerers well-versed in curses, priests who had touched the extremes of divinity, alchemists said to handle miraculous herbs...

He sought anyone who could offer the slightest hope.

Even if it was fleeting, he had to cling to it.

"Not this time."

He cast aside his duties as emperor.

His daughter was his only priority.

His ministers scolded him, but he didn’t care.

"Please... just give me time..."

A raging storm surrounded him.

The emperor could do nothing but struggle to stay afloat in the depths of despair.

But time passed—and yielded nothing.

Six months later.

Still no answer.

Not even records existed of successful cases.

It was to be expected.

Even across the vast continent, cases of Mana Stone Consumption Disease were so rare that they barely appeared once in a century.

There was a reason people called it a curse of the gods.

"The patient’s condition is deteriorating."

"She was frail to begin with... it is likely she won’t even survive the full year."

"Frankly, it is already a miracle that she has endured this long."

Elize’s condition worsened by the day.

Now, it was a matter of days—perhaps hours.

Even Valcaros, who had clung desperately to hope, felt his limits approaching.

Repeated failure had drained him.

His very existence felt suffocating.

Was there nothing left but to give up?

And just as despair settled in—

"Your Majesty."

"Would you be willing to hear me out?"

Someone approached Valcaros.

"There is a way."

"A method to temporarily halt the disease’s progression."

"In the end, it may even be possible... to prevent her death altogether."

An elderly man, speaking without hesitation.

A worn-out emperor, unable to ignore those words.

Especially when the man before him was not one to speak nonsense.

The identity of the one who had given him this advice—

"Marquis Galimar."

Galimar Academy.

Even then, it was one of the most prestigious institutions on the continent.

And its headmaster was none other than Gaston Galimar.

"You should visit the Imperial Archives."

The Imperial Archives.

Even as emperor, he had never fully explored that place.

The legacy of past emperors was filled with secrets.

"This is all my fate allows me to say."

"May the stars remain by your side."

With only those few words, the elderly scholar left.

Valcaros had no choice.

Even if it meant being deceived, he searched the archives like a madman.

A place filled with the history of centuries past.

Piles upon piles of old records.

He spent days buried in them.

Nearly two weeks passed before—

"Is this it...?"

The clue the old man had spoken of.

It was listed among the forbidden texts sealed by the first emperor.

For a brief moment, Valcaros felt relief.

Finally.

A lead that could save Elize.

But.

As he read the contents, his expression darkened.

A grim realization struck him.

There had been a reason this text was classified as a forbidden tome.

Curse Sharing.

It was a ritual too inhumane to be called magic.

To save one, a family member had to be sacrificed in return.

Valcaros stared at the ancient record, deep in thought.

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For a long time.

"What... should I do?"

Curse Sharing.

A forbidden spell that, over time, would dilute the curse before ultimately transferring it.

If someone had to take on Elize’s curse, it could only be him.

There was no other choice.

The idea of passing it to Charlotte was unthinkable.

If a sacrifice had to be made—

It had to be the father’s burden to bear.

But.

"Your Majesty... you must tend to the empire."

"The lives of countless innocent citizens rest upon your shoulders."

"Please, do not waver."

He was the Emperor.

The Sun that reigned above all.

The one meant to illuminate even the darkest places.

And the one who bore the burden of that duty.

"If I take on the curse..."

"It won’t simply end with a personal tragedy, will it?"

A chaos like never before would arise.

If it were merely a princess, it might be one thing.

But for the emperor himself—the symbol of the sun—to die from a god’s curse?

The consequences were beyond imagining.

The hyenas that had long waited in the shadows would finally bare their fangs.

Perhaps, it would even lead to the collapse of the empire itself.

Valcaros was trapped in his torment.