Standing behind Tori's chair, Emperor Corean Shuia Eckrett sneakily took his lover's hand and held it with a tight grip—not before he drew circles at the back of her palms with a gentle smiling face.
"A noble's words are equivalent to heaven's law. Have you heard of that passage, Lord Bormish of Rozenreff Dukedom?"
"Oh. So that's your name, huh?" Tori languidly said, not caring if the person she was pertaining could hear or not. As if remembering something, she looked at the man who was smiling gently at her vassals. Somehow, she felt for the old fools. Had they followed her instructions, they could have died a lot more peacefully compared to perishing under Cory's hands.
