Chapter 139
"... The bordering Lands have informed the villages..... Troops are ready for any conflict that may surge.... That would be all, your Majesty..."
The flimsy noble had eventually resumed his reports and finally had ended his duty to communicate the dense scripts contained on his long parchments.
Meanwhile, the wandering mind of the Emperor was showcased by the restless tap of his finger on the armrest of his throne. Echoing lonesome through the awaiting silence in the Hall, Francois noticed the disappearance of the neverending chatter of the man before him and raised his eyebrow as his chin lifted to look down on his audience.
The Emperor gave a refined yet arrogant grin, feigning interest and delight for the nice job his server had done.
"Is that so?... I see my Empire is being well kept, by its people. You may retire now, Sir, shall the season bless the next report to be as wonderful as this one."
"... Thank you, you Majesty... Let Fenrir walk beside Your Excellency."
Seeing the noble turn to leave, Francois stood up from his seat, excited to finally have an entertaining breakfast.
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Little Dioclecià had started his scheduled studies in the early morning when the sun was yet to fully illuminate the vast sky enveloping over his Royal residence.
The child was outstanding in his studies, just like his siblings. Yet, the young Prince was adamant about excelling himself every day, for his only pride was that his teachers were always praising the child’s intellect as one that resembled his older brother’s at his age.
Dioclecià had not interacted much with his family members, yet... he knew what type of personality all of the members had.
His mother was a proud woman, yet from time to time, she would give him a soft and short smile while reading her youngest son’s learning progress and would incite him to do better even though his performance was already outstanding.