Meanwhile, in the imperial palace of Haimirich…
"How many years has it been?" Abel inquired whilst hanging his head low. His voice was low and weak as if he was barely alive or sane.
"How many years has it been when Aries left Haimirich?"
'So dramatic as ever.' Conan mentally clicked his tongue, standing by the door of a particular bathing area inside the forbidden mansion in the palace. He cleared his throat, putting his fist in front of his lips, ignoring the usual sight of blood and bodies inside the same bathtub full of blood where Abel was dipped into.
"Your Majesty, it's only been days since you returned to the empire."
"How many thousand days exactly?" Abel slowly raised his head, staring at Conan through his damped hair dangling down in front of his eyes. "Three thousand days?"
