Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

As the funeral procession slowly emerged from the depths of the palace, the entire plaza fell silent, leaving only the sound of synchronized and heavy footsteps.

Leading the way were the Royal Guards, clad in black armor, their faces stern and solemn, their long spears held downward in unison, the tips touching the ground, emitting a muffled sound.

Following closely behind was a group of clergy dressed in white robes.

They held golden scriptures in their hands, chanting incantations, their solemn prayers echoing in the air, as if guiding the Emperor's soul towards the path to heaven.

Among the clergy, eight strong servants carefully carried the Emperor's coffin.

The coffin was crafted from pure gold, its surface inlaid with dazzling gemstones, still shimmering faintly in the dim light.

Upon the coffin lay a red velvet cloak, symbolizing the supreme power of the royal family, its golden dragon embroidery appearing to be in slumber.

Soren, dressed in black mourning attire, looked gaunt but resolute.

Behind him were the other members of the royal family: Empress Maria, Empress Maria, Empress Mia, Empress Nina, and others, all dressed in plain mourning clothes, some sobbing softly, some weeping silently, each face filled with grief.

As the coffin was gently placed on the platform, a deep and mournful bell began to toll across the plaza.

The chimes were melodious and lingering, one after another, as if the earth itself was mourning the passing of the Emperor.

At the same time, the people in the plaza knelt down, bowing deeply in the direction of the coffin, their faces also filled with sadness and reluctance.

Then, an elderly archbishop with white hair walked onto the platform.

He wore ornate priestly robes and held an ancient Bible in his hands.

His voice was deep and solemn, echoing across the plaza: "Our Emperor, His Majesty Gustav, has now ascended to heaven, to be with the Lord. His life was one of dedication to the Empire, a life of greatness and glory—"

The Archbishop's words, like warm sunlight, fell upon everyone's hearts, yet failed to dispel the gloom within them.

Amidst the Archbishop's prayers, the Royal Salute Battery lined up neatly on one side of the plaza.

At a command, the cannons fired in unison.

The tremendous booms echoed across the city, each blast seeming to recount the Emperor's great achievements, and to mourn his departure.

As the funeral ceremony neared its end, a light rain suddenly began to fall from the sky.

Raindrops pattered down, striking people's faces, blurring the line between rain and tears.

Soren walked slowly forward, took a bouquet of flowers from a servant, and gently placed it on the coffin.

His eyes were filled with longing and reluctance, his lips trembled slightly, as if wanting to say something, but choked with emotion, unable to speak.

Finally, under the gaze of the people, the Emperor's coffin was slowly lowered into the prepared tomb.

As the first shovelful of soil was cast down, the entire plaza fell silent once more.

The Emperor's coffin slowly sank into the tomb, the heavy soil beginning to cover it little by little, emitting a muffled sound, as if marking the end of a bygone era.

Just then, Empress Nina suddenly took a step forward, her figure upright, a hint of subtle triumph on her face.

"Esteemed ministers, do you know why His Majesty passed away?" Her voice was crisp, exceptionally abrupt in the silent funeral setting, like a sharp sword cutting through the atmosphere of sorrow.

At these words, the entire scene fell silent instantly, all eyes focusing on her.

The ministers looked at each other, their eyes full of doubt and unease, unsure of her intentions.

Empress Nina's actions were undoubtedly intended to stir up a storm at this sensitive moment.

Everyone knew that the Emperor's death was already shrouded in suspicion, and now Empress Nina was bringing it up again, clearly intending to take advantage of the situation.

Soren raised his head slightly, his gaze cold and deep, like a deep pool in the cold night, quietly watching the woman.

In recent days, Empress Nina's every move had been under his control.

Shadow had reported her every action, every secret meeting, in detail to him.

Soren knew in his heart that Empress Nina would not easily let go of this opportunity; she would surely use the Emperor's death to achieve her own goals.

At this moment, watching her standing there, a hint of disdain welled up in Soren's heart, and he wanted to see just how this woman would perform.

"His Majesty's death was entirely due to the scandalous affair between Crown Prince Soren and Empress Maria, which broke His Majesty's heart."

Nina's voice was not loud, but in the silent funeral scene, where even the sound of the wind seemed to be suppressed, it was like a thunderclap, instantly exploding among the crowd.

At these words, the entire scene erupted in an uproar.

Exclamations of shock and gasps of cold air intertwined, and the originally solemn and sorrowful funeral scene instantly turned into chaos.

Many eyes, like searchlights, instantly turned to Soren and Empress Maria.

In those gazes, there was doubt, shock, and even more disbelief, as if they wanted to see through them.

Empress Maria's body trembled slightly, her eyes wide with horror and panic.

She could not understand why this matter, which they had carefully hidden, had been discovered.

Her lips trembled slightly, wanting to explain, but she could not utter a word, and could only stand there helplessly, tears welling up in her eyes.

Soren's face was also pale, he clenched his teeth tightly, his fists involuntarily clenched, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

He knew in his heart that this was a carefully planned fatal blow by Nina, the purpose of which was to completely remove him from the list of candidates for the throne at this critical moment.

At this critical moment, Shadow appeared behind Soren at the first moment.

His voice was low and firm, quickly saying in Soren's ear: "Your Highness, Empress Nina is definitely bluffing you, she absolutely cannot know about your affair with the Empress."

Shadow's words, like a ray of dawn, calmed Soren down slightly.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and his mind quickly began to work.

Soren's mind was like a rapidly spinning precision gear, sorting through all the clues.

He knew in his heart that every time he met with Empress Maria in private, Shadow was guarding in the dark, never slacking off, and that Empress Maria's head maid, Irene, had also always stood her ground, vigilantly watching the surroundings.

These two people were the guardians of his and the Empress's secret, and he had no doubt about their loyalty, and they could never betray him.

Alonso would never reveal such private matters.