A few minutes after Arthur left, Reva entered the throne hall through the main door.
Ruthren, who was expecting her presence, softened his expression a bit as he saw her.
"Reva, my child, take a seat. I have some things to talk to you about," Ruthren gestured towards one of the seats as he sat down on the throne.
His demeanor was still that of an emperor, but the way he was talking to Reva totally contrasted with how he spoke to Arthur.
Reva nodded as she gracefully took a seat on one of the marble benches.
Even though she didn't sit on the seat meant for imperial family members, Ruthren didn't mind as he asked in a warm tone befitting that of a loving father, "Reva, you know how much I care about you, right?"
Reva's azure eyes slowly narrowed as she nodded, "Yes, royal father. I know."
"Do you have anything you want to tell me about?" Ruthren asked as his gaze focused on her.
