"Emperor."
After King Zwielich uttered that word, the unexpected guest turned his gaze to them. The man in an imperial black cloak with golden laces who stared at the book is now looking in their direction below.
The King of Paristine knelt when the Emperor was eyeing him specifically. The Emperor of three empires: Paristine, Exile, and Sodome is hovered in front of him now, which he once dethrone a thousand years ago.
King Zwielich looked at his rough hands and his face starts twitching at the number of questions that were swarming inside his mind now.
Trembling, he washed his face with his hands, and his eyes crept between his fingers. An evil smile formed in his lips, a deep chuckles coming out of his mouth until he burst out laughing maniacally. He breaks down and laughs like a mad
