Chapter 422: The Gift the Nation Craved

Classic Blackwood – A Kingdom to Claim

Ten years.

A decade had passed since the world mourned the loss of Chris Blackwood. Today, at the grand remembrance ceremony, Classic was finally ready to take what was his.

Standing tall on the elevated stage, he gazed at the vast sea of people—world leaders, nobles, citizens watching from screens across the globe. The weight of the empire sat on his shoulders, but he stood firm.

He stepped forward, his golden eyes blazing with certainty as he gripped the microphone.

"For ten years, this empire has mourned. For ten years, we have honored the legacy of my father. But today—

Today, we stop looking back.

A hush spread across the hall.

"The empire needs a ruler, and I am ready to lead. I, Classic Blackwood, claim my rightful place as Emperor."

Thunderous applause erupted. Some faces were relieved, others wary.

Skylar Blackwood's expression remained unreadable.

The Prime Minister tensed.

This was the moment Classic had waited for—his moment to ascend.

But then—

The grand doors swung open.

The room fell into stunned silence as Ethan Carter walked in.

His steps were deliberate, his face calm, but there was something in his eyes—something about to change everything.

Classic narrowed his eyes.

"Ethan, why are you interrupting?"

Ethan stopped before the stage, lifting his gaze to meet Classic's.

Then, with a slow, deliberate exhale, he spoke.

"Because I present to you a gift."

The entire hall stilled.

Ethan's lips curled into a knowing smirk.

"One the nation has craved for ten years."

Classic's breath hitched.

Before he could speak—

The doors swung open again.

And in walked Chris Blackwood.

A collective gasp filled the hall.

Disbelief. Shock. Some fell to their knees, others clutched their chests, eyes wide with horror, awe, or joy.

Chris walked with absolute certainty, his black coat flowing behind him. His presence was unshaken. Undeniable. Absolute.

Classic froze. His fingers curled into fists.

His father. Alive.

Chris ascended the steps, his piercing gaze locking onto Classic's. The entire world watched, holding their breath.

Then—Chris took the microphone.

His voice, smooth and powerful, shattered the silence.

"Miss me?"