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Blood, mixed with some viscous white liquid, splattered onto Archbishop Henry's face.
Opposite him, Paul the First fell with a thud, and the golden revolver also dropped to the ground.
The black-robed friars, witnessing Paul the First's suicide, were all shocked; they could never have imagined that a king, born to privilege, would dare to turn a gun on himself!
Paul the First used to be nothing more than a cowardly child!
Younger by a year than Catherine, he only cared about indulging in the pleasures that being a king brought; where was there any semblance of a king?
But Paul the First's actions today truly demonstrated the resolve expected of a king.
The room fell into a dead silence, and after a long while, Archbishop Henry pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from his face.
"He has changed... He has grown a lot since I first met him six months ago,"
