Rebirth of the Prime Dragon Master novel Chapter 1311

"I knew it! You are Basil! But what's wrong with you? Why did you behave like this? What on earth happened?" Isis asked in a husky voice. She never expected that Rocky would suddenly be twisted in this kind of scenario. In her mind, she believed that he must have had some pretty serious and complication reasons for being in such a situation.

Needless to say, Rocky did not express any eagerness to explain himself, or at least, he could not begin to articulate his defense. Perhaps, this was because he found it too hard to put the right words together because it involved too many secrets, reasons, and too much helplessness that Isis might not even understand. Now, he could no longer have any connection with the past. Otherwise, misfortune would come to his life in the most unpredictable way possible.

That was why, at that moment, he did not utter a single word. Instead, he turned around and left immediately.

Isis saw nothing but Rocky's back as she felt her heart ache. Next thing she knew, she opened her mouth and shouted at him, "Don't you know that Father is critically ill? He wants to see you one last time."

Before she could finish that desperately, Rocky had vanished.

The night fell and the dark sky enveloped the quiet and serene Palace City. It reeked of depressing aura as the emperor was dying from his illness at that time.

Dead silence crept the royal chamber where the emperor lived. No one dared disturb his peaceful resting, with only two maids guarding his door from the outside.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew and howled where the two maids were stationed. Their delicate bodies trembled for a moment, but the atmosphere quickly returned to its original state not long after.

Almost at the same time, a man's figure appeared inside the chamber. There, he stood beside the bed patiently and looked at the dying emperor who had his breaths numbered.

The emperor slowly opened his eyes, looked back at the figure beside him, and said in a shaking voice, "Basil... Is... is that you?"

Nothing but a slight hum was heard as a reply.

"You finally... finally... came back! It is so great... to see you, son... for one last time... before I rest in peace. I'm glad. I can now die without any regret. I'm really happy!" the emperor said in a hoarse and feeble voice.

A groan was heard from the figure beside the emperor.

"I... I only have... one final... wish. I hope you... can help... the Holy Dragon Empire... survive the crisis this time. No... no matter what... happened... to you... I always believe... in what you can do... The Holy Dragon Empire... is... counting on... you... Don't... let me down!" As the emperor said his words, he opened his seemingly weak eyes widely and grabbed the figure beside the bed with enormous strength as if he were not ill.

"I won't let you down, Father. I will take control of the Holy Dragon Empire and run it with the best of my abilities. After all, it belongs to me..." But all of a sudden, a low sneer was heard after the figure's voice trailed off.

"But you... You are not... Ba— Basil! Y...You are... Als—" The emperor was stunned to his core. Immediately, he raised his other hand and slowly pointed at the figure beside the bed.