Prime Minister Edward heaved a deep breath as he wiped the sweat off his forehead.
He hadn't been doing well the past few months.
He couldn't sleep, his appetite was poor, and he had begun developing a series of health problems inexplicably.
Not even the doctors could find out what was wrong with him despite the developed medicine sector of the Britannian Empire. Nobody could even identify what ailed him.
The worst of it all was that he couldn't help but feel something was immensely wrong.
Not physically, no.
But mentally.
"…I feel like someone carved away a piece of my brain."
It was difficult to describe what that felt like and what that even meant.
He had never had a piece of his brain carved away. How would he know what it felt like?
Yet, he was certain of what he experienced.
It felt like he had been lobotomized so much that he couldn't even remember being lobotomized.
