Seya crossed the Gateway, holding hands with Ryn. "It's very serious, actually. I need your help to start conversations with the Ministers of the Empire. They are making a provisional government until the Nobles Conclave can be put together."
"Really? And what about the Emperor? Did he agree with that?"
Seya scratched his head; he knew the King might scold him. "Well… he kind of can't agree on anything… He kind of… died?"
"He died? Don't tell me. You killed him, right?"
"Well… I might have lost my temper for a while and cut off his head…"
"I knew it… What happened?"
"Well, the Slave Trader was in the Emperor's Castle. When I arrived there, he was on his knees with two Guards next to him, and the Emperor was holding a bag with the Magic Crystals I had made for the Trader. And he lied,
