"Emperor Adam, you are getting a communication signal from the royal palace. Lucas Dirac wants to talk to you. Should I hand the communication over to you?"
The soldier maintained his distance as he brought the small device closer to the emperor. Their emperor was known to have a short temper and could fly into a rage if provoked. What was more? There would be no way to stop him until he was satisfied.
And as things stood, the killing and blood caused his bloodlust to boil out of proportion and threaten everyone else. No one wanted to be the emperor's next victim so they maintained their distance from him.
But once in a while, one of the soldiers was chosen as the scrap goat to ensure their emperor did not die and received proper human communication after a tiring battle.
And this time, it just happened to be the turn of this poor soldier.
"Huh? From brother Lucas? Then what are you doing holding on to it? Hurry up and hand it over to me."
