For a moment, Neirin thought that she had heard things. Neirin felt her heart drop.
She tried her best to control her expression.
This doesn't make any sense at all.
An order for the investigation to stop. This was what Neirin was waiting for. She was waiting for this responsibility to be gone out of her hands and to focus on the Halstead duchy instead.
But what?
What is this?
What is this garbage?
The image of the emperor reflected in her eyes. Against the sun's reflection, he looks like a corpse.
He looked tired, his vigorous body was nowhere to be found, and the only thing keeping him from falling apart was the chair he was sitting on. All the nutrients from his body were gone.
His eyes were deep and hollow, with no life reflecting on them. The skin on his face was sagging, and his hands trembled with the slightest movements.
What happened in only a few days what had happened?
