Chapter 332
Emperor Ian lay slanted on the sofa, staring endlessly at the ever-burning fireplace. His pale skin was warmly tinted, and even his cool-looking eyes seemed to melt.
That night was when he had first gone to war and returned with news of victory. While celebration of Bariel’s victory could be heard outside, Ian’s office remained deathly quiet.
“Your Majesty.”
Ian turned his head listlessly. Naum stood slanted against the door. From the reports and box at his side, it seemed more work had arrived.
But strangely, his body wouldn’t move. He needed to get up and go to the desk, but he had no strength.
No, to be precise, he had no will. Because Ian had killed people under imperial authority, in the name of war.
“Are you alright?”
“What wouldn’t be alright? Are those reports?”
Naum slowly approached Ian and knelt. As their eyes met, the emperor’s pupils could be seen flickering in the fireplace’s light.