The Emperor began talking.
He spoke at length about his ancestors, about how the demons had threatened the founder, Tantalus Atreus. Then, almost magically, he started talking about events that never happened. From the Acacia, house warning the kingdom and keeping it safe against a sudden desire of revenge against the kingdom, to me being the one who stopped it at its core and killed the demon king.
He piled up lies over lies mixed with small truths that elevated both mine and the Acacia family's prestige and reputation to the skies. Like a witty king, he had turned this situation against him to his advantage. Not a single person had died, and that brought along prestige for the Adventurer guild too. At everything's core, though, it was but the empire that benefitted the most from all these stories.
