Meanwhile…
"Joaquin!" Ismael roared as he navigate through the entrance of the inner palace. Behind him were the royal knights, who pledged loyalty to him. After a tiring task of forcing his way in with the help of the Valiente Group, who were still resisting the knights outside the Imperial Palace, he had reached this far.
Ismael hadn't seen Roman since he escaped the guillotine, but he was certain with all the commotions heard from inside and outside the imperial palace, Roman had already made his way inside. He and his entourage halted when another unit of royal knights blocked their path.
His eyes glinted, holding his sword tighter. "Where is Joaquin?"
"Impudent!" a knight howled back. "How dare you, a lowly criminal, address His Majesty so shamelessly?"
"Tch." The third prince snorted, stretching his neck from one side to another. "That's right… he's the emperor now."
