I turned my head a little and looked at my mother, who was on one knee with me, nervously trembling. Seeing her kneeling made me want to kill the fat emperor with blond hair and blond beard sitting on the golden throne ten meters in front of me, but I'm really not that stupid to do such a thing.
First of all, he is a real Emperor, an Emperor, not a king. Everyone was kneeling except my brother because he was the caliph of a goddess.
Besides, I can tell just by looking at the map that he rules over a whole 1/3 of the human race. And from the first moment I saw his eyes, which were about to disappear in his overweight face, I knew he was no ordinary human being.
Not in terms of strength, but more in terms of wisdom. His eyes were sunken into his flesh, his cheeks and brow skin affected by his weight, but it was obvious that his gaze was clear, with no confusion at all.
