"My Grandfather, Hathim Hu'ul Mirmasan, the great—he defeated all the foolish separatist tribes, killing every single one of them. See there, that's my grandfather standing there. He's here to bless me!" the Emperor of Masan talked with Sylvester as if they were long-lost friends.
But as the Emperor talked, the discomfort among the crowds in the court increased. There was nobody standing before the Emperor. It was a clear case of hallucination. However, more people got interested in Sylvester's dilemma at that moment, wondering how the strange Eastern Knight would react.
Sylvester sighed internally behind his mask and acknowledged the Emperor's words. He could sense the man's emotions, so he decided to tread carefully, maintaining positive scents. "He looks mighty, Your Imperial Majesty."
"Haha! Indeed, he was very majestic." the Emperor bellowed in delight. "But he wasn't a good man."
