Yeon Jin was confused. How could that have been the emperor? Was the emperor free to walk around without a guard? No, that wasn't it. He actually held a knife to the emperor's throat.
Shouldn't he have been executed for that by now?
"B-beric. Are you sure of what you're saying?" He asked and Beric tightened his grip around him.
"I know that vulgar smell anywhere." he said. "And that is the king's coat."
Yeon Jin felt his soul leave his body. What had he done? In all honesty, he was mad that the emperor approached him while hiding his identity. Of course there was no way for him to know he was the king since he hadn't seen the king before.
"Are you upset?" Beric asked him, seeing his trembling hand.
"That guy, no wonder he kept asking what you were up to since you weren't killing like you used to. He probably wants you to continue what you started and paint himself the saint. It's infuriating."
