Chapter 112
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The Emperor’s birthday banquet was, unusually, planned as a masquerade ball.
Of course.
I thought as I read the instructions telling guests to prepare a mask and enter individually.
Just like Zahid told me before.
The Emperor wasn’t simply looking for a decadent party. That wasn’t why this event was being held.
Before the regression, the Emperor had tried to meet Zahid secretly at this very banquet. But before they could meet in secret—he was killed.
“I don’t know what he was trying to give him. He only said it was their parents’ keepsake...”
“A keepsake? Why would His Majesty have something like that?”
“No idea. It completely vanished that day.”
After that, Zahid never attended another banquet. It had left only bad memories.
Following the Emperor’s death at the masquerade, a five-year-old child from a cadet branch of the imperial family was placed on the throne.