Records of the Weakest Emperor

The Bloodstone fiercely quivered, it was as if a great battle was happening inside of its independent space. After a few seconds, it abated. The shaking it caused didn't seem to have happened as the Bloodstone went quiet.

'Has she been domesticated?' Calvin chuckled.

A system notification hadn't appeared, so Calvin assumed that for anyone to be considered as his follower, they must think of him as a respectable person in the depths of their hearts. The Daylight Bride had been probably overwhelmed by Stephanie's Peak High-Tier strength to submission but that didn't mean that she was now going to follow Calvin's orders.

'I'll find some time in the future to tame this Daylight Bride. It would be a shame to keep her dormant when she's such a rare talent. Also, I wonder if I can capture the Witches of the Sabbath? I could probably use the Emperor's Veil to suppress them, but I cannot possibly make them go into the Bloodstone since it's already reaching its limits housing these two powerful monsters.' Calvin thought in his heart.

He didn't refuse the possibility that the Witches of the Sabbath could be tamed. He knew that it was possible—it was just too risky.

Calvin couldn't take any kind of risk at this moment.

Glancing at the Mortician whose body was still covered in that murderous aura.

Calvin bitterly smiled and thought to himself.

'My apologies, Mortician. I had to take such a talent with me. It would be a waste if I just fed her to you. What's more, I have no idea if she would be enough for you to gather enough points to Ascend.'

'Grace would probably not permit you to ascend so easily... She's just that kind of a Goddess...'

Calvin knew that the Goddess of Compassion and Light possessed the attribute of all-knowing through every mention of 'Her' honorable name. He purposely thought about 'Her' honorable name in an act of spite and complaint. In an instant, Calvin felt a strange pressure boring down his head. A bitter smile leaked on his lips as he glanced towards the skies.

'So she's looking at me at this moment... Is she enjoying my suffering right now?'

No one knew the answer to Calvin's question other than himself.

Walking out of the devastated house, Calvin suddenly stopped in his tracks before turning around.

'How silly of me to forget these things!'

His eyes shone as it swept across the expensive silverware and fixtures.

Everything in the house screamed luxurious and expensive.

Calvin had been a pauper his whole life after being on the run when he was still deemed as a sinner and a criminal. He had developed a personality of not wasting anything possibly valuable, so the moment he remembered that each and every item in this room looked incredibly valuable and extravagant.

He immediately turned back and started to plan.

'Damn, that bastard really knows how to have fun, eh? The village's clearly rundown, yet this house is the complete opposite of all the houses in its surroundings! Being so despicable, yet so wealthy is a sin! How can there be justice in this world when such an evil man's even richer than the heroes?'

'So be it, I'll be that vigilante who will serve justice to the broke heroes of our time...'

'I'll take everything in here for me and make sure to sell them to the masses so that these hoarded items will circulate throughout the world once again!' A look of excitement surfaced on Calvin's face as he summoned the Daylight Bride.

A few moments later, the Daylight Bride manifested amidst a hazy fog.

The murderous look on her face had all but vanished. Instead, she looked listless and her eyes had this trace of fear lurking in their depths.

"Can you do that thing that you've done to me earlier?" Calvin asked with a smile.

"..." The Daylight Bride stared at him in confusion. What was she supposed to do again?

"Oh, let me specify. Can you cover everything in this house with your threads? You can summon and de-summon those threads at will, right? I want you to carry everything valuable in this house into the Bloodstone. I'm sure that you also know how to keep physical items in your shadow." Calvin patiently explained.

"..."

The Daylight Bride couldn't speak, yet she found herself speechless. The prison of threads earlier was her ultimate skill. Was this man trying to say that she should use her ultimate skill to collect these garbages?!

Her eyes abruptly filled with murderous intent as her figure coalesced into a bloody haze.

But just as her killing intent manifested, an even stronger resentment flew from the Bloodstone hanging around Calvin's neck towards her at great speeds! When it appeared, the Daylight Bride's figure immediately quivered in fear.

She retracted her murderous aura and the beam made out of resentment stopped just in time a few inches from her forehead.

If Specters could sweat, her back must be dripping at this moment.

Calvin simply smiled, 'Stephanie's such a thoughtful girl. To think that she easily understood what my intentions are!'

He started to appreciate Stephanie's presence even more.

Having no other choice, the Daylight Bride went ahead and activated her ultimate skill. Prison of Threads.

In an instant, hundreds, if not thousands of red threads manifested around her.

These red threads flew and stuck to each and every valuable-looking object in the room. Calvin repeatedly nodded his head in glee upon seeing what was happening. But a frown soon spread on his face when he realized that there was something missing.

The Daylight Bride's red threads could lift the golden cups and spoons, but it couldn't lift heavy fixtures and furniture.

'That furniture has a lot of gold on its surface. It should be very expensive in the market. I can't just leave them here...'

Calvin glanced at the Mortician.

The Mortician also couldn't possibly bring those pieces of furniture with him to hide in Calvin's shadow. It was an impossible thing to do.

But Calvin still had a plan.

He hadn't lived the life of a pauper back then for nothing.

It might be impossible to physically carry them, but what if Calvin pulverized them into fine pieces?

Calvin smirked and turned to look at the Mortician, "You. Go over there and crush those things into pieces. Leave nothing behind. Bring them over here once we're done. I'll let the Daylight Bride take it with her into the Bloodstone."

"Lattisimus Dorsi." The Mortician coldly spoke before he walked towards a nearby piece of furniture.

"Why are you speaking in anatomy?" Calvin couldn't help but ask hearing the Mortician's words.

The Mortician didn't even turn to look at Calvin as he got to work and summoned his scalpel.

"What a cold guy... You won't be popular among women if you keep on doing that!" Calvin scolded.

The Mortician was still silent.

But his movements against the furniture and fixtures were strangely deadly. A single swing was all it took for him to dissect an entire piece of furniture and then crush the gold embedded on its surface into fine pieces.

"Wow..." Calvin was awed by his efficiency. But the coldness radiating from the Mortician at this moment made him think.

'Is he venting out his anger on those pieces of furniture?'

With the combined efforts of the Daylight Bride and the Mortician, it only took about two minutes before the entire place was cleaned. Calvin didn't even spare a golden spoon coated in a spoiled soup as the Daylight Bride carried it in her person with anger visible on her face.

Of course, Calvin knew that she was angry at him, but what could the Daylight Bride do to him when Stephanie was there to suppress her?

"All right, don't be angry at me now, okay?" Calvin walked over to the Daylight Bride. He was planning on grooming the Daylight Bride into one of his own so that he could eventually build an army of Specters and monsters in the future. In order to do this, he must become a respectable master and friends to these monsters.

Stretching his hand out, he rubbed the hair of the Daylight Bride as a smile appeared on his lips.

His sincere smile made him look dashing as the Daylight Bride stared at Calvin in shock and obvious confusion.

'Was this man not afraid of me at all?' This was the thought that came to her mind the moment Calvin approached her so close.

She also had the idea of assassinating Calvin with her threads the moment he came to her attack range, but when his hand landed on her head. The feelings of killing Calvin right there and then, mysteriously vanished.

Even until the Daylight Bride returned to the Bloodstone...

She still had no idea why she couldn't raise her hands against Calvin when he stood so close to her.

The Mortician observed everything that had happened in the side and he noticed that Calvin was holding a concealed piece of paper in his left hand just as he was rubbing the Daylight Bride's hair in praise.

'Wheeew... Shit that was nerve-wracking.'

Calvin was a cautious man and after experiencing betrayals after betrayals. He would never trust anyone so easily. He was sincerely thankful for the Daylight Bride's help, but he wasn't so stupid to forget that the Daylight Bride was still a Specter made out of resentment.

In short, she was like a wild beast.

One could tame a wild beast, but they must never forget why they were called 'wild' in the first place.

The Mortician was still staring at Calvin.

"Why are you looking at me? What? A grown man like you also wants some head pats?" 

"Digitus Medius!" The Mortician coldly spat before disappearing into Calvin's shadows.