"Sit."
The Emperor waved and returned to his armchair as Joshua kept studying him..
"There isn't many who knows about my Dark Wound," he slowly said. "Nostradamus is aware, Dimore understands a little… But you—only you, Joshua, discovered it all by yourself."
Right now, Israel did not have the dominating aura he shrouded himself in. He resembled more of a middle-aged warrior, with dim-gold locks and a tranquil expression.
There was almost no hint of the might and aura of a legendary warrior from him either.
"Thanks, but that's not it."
Turning away from the character profile panel, Joshua who seemed to understand a few things now did not sit—he did not come to prattle after all. "I'm here at Morlaix for your injury. Nothing else matters." He said curtly, shaking his head.
The Emperor, however, was not amused by his candidness.
