‘Should I’ve stayed and watched Mugeon die, no matter the cost...? But if I did, my soldiers wouldn’t have made it out alive...’
As Seoyeop wrestled with these thoughts, Jin Ye’s voice, sharp with dissatisfaction, broke the silence.
“What’s with your appearance?”
For a moment, Seoyeop was bewildered by the question and, almost dumbfounded, echoed her.
“What...?”
Having feared his clothes might be in disarray, he quickly glanced over himself, but Jin Ye was already pointing elsewhere.
“Your left sleeve—it’s soaked in blood.”
“Ah...”
Seoyeop finally realized what the Emperor was talking about.
His left sleeve was indeed drenched in blood, just as Jin Ye had said.
The dark fabric had concealed it at first, but anyone with sharp eyes would have noticed it right away.
‘When had this happened?’
He had no idea how to explain it.
And as if realizing the injury only now, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his arm, causing him to wince.
“Come closer.”
