When the crowd looked through the gap between the two of them to the depths of the room, they saw the old king lying there as before.
His face was very red and moist. He laid there peacefully, just like a sleeping normal person, an old man. Only, apart from the blanket that originally covered his body, there was another coat, the coat of Vykecher.
Everyone was looking at Vyke Hiri, at His Highness, but not a single person spoke.
As soon as Vincente raised his head, as did Yimalar. The moment their gazes met, the two old God of Army and the Imperial Physician, Rede, shuddered.
Bang—
Three people, six knees, heavily hit the ground.
Following which, Vader's voice finally reached the ears of the few of them.
His voice was like a wave, reverberating in everyone's hearts.
"Father, he's g
