"... The bordering Lands have informed the villages..... Troops are ready for any conflict that may surge.... That would be all, your Majesty..."
The flimsy noble had eventually resumed his reports and finally had ended his duty to communicate the dense scripts contained on his long parchments.
Meanwhile, the wandering mind of the Emperor was showcased by the restless tap of his finger on the armrest of his throne. Echoing lonesome through the awaiting silence in the Hall, Francois noticed the disappearance of the neverending chatter of the man before him and raised his eyebrow as his chin lifted to look down on his audience.
The Emperor gave a refined yet arrogant grin, feigning interest and delight for the nice job his server had done.
"Is that so?... I see my Empire is being well kept, by its people. You may retire now, Sir, shall the season bless the next report to be as wonderful as this one."
