I Became a Sick Nobleman

Ruel pressed his thumb firmly against his index finger.

“Decades have already passed. And now… to hear that it’s gone! That the empire has fallen! Such a damn… thing…”

“Lord Tehel, please control yourself. His Highness is watching.”

Adea, who had lost his father, was also struggling to hold back.

“I’m sorry… Your Highness.”

Ruel’s scolding brought Medeas back to his senses.

“No, it’s fine. Both you and I are a mess. Like crumpled paper.”

Adea gave a bitter smile.

Now was not the time for sentiment. Ruel looked out the window, then back at the two of them.