"We've already lost the God of Law." William clenched his fist, speaking solemnly: "We cannot afford to lose the commander-in-chief and the duke as well. Trust me, my brother, I'm not looking into this matter for the Empire..."
Conda stood up, calmly looking at his elder brother: "I cannot accept this."
"You have to accept. In three days, the treason of Farah Osiris will be made public."
"And if I have objections?"
"Then as Emperor, I shall permit your objections."
"Very well, Your Majesty, I will take my leave."
"Conda..."
"Goodbye, Your Majesty."
Conda Boh left.
William, who was propped against the long table alone, let out a sigh, once again focusing on the Man Dance Flower in the pot, a gift that Farah had given him in the past.
