“It feels like a dream.”

Hanyoung, who had been following the emperor a half a step behind, murmured his thoughts. His face was still white.

“A dream… If it’s a dream, it’s a nightmare.” 

“Are you satisfied with the contract, your majesty?”

“If their contract with Rain was so important, the contract that they just signed with me would probably be just as important to them to follow and uphold. Then, that’s that. They might be the only people we can truly trust.”

“What are you going to do now, your majesty?”

“The situation was much more serious than what we initially thought. You take care of the military. In addition, I would like to see research on how we can eradicate the ‘blood demon’ race.”

“We’re already progressing on that front with the help of the Dong-Myung Clan.”

“With the Dong-Myung Clan? The Han-Sung Clan and Dong-Myung Clan are collaborating?”

“It’s not a common occurrence, to be sure. In fact, those two arranged it.”

“Really? Hmm… all I can think to say is that they’re greatly skilled in negotiations…”

“It was more like a threat.”

Hanyoung ground his teeth. The emperor tilted his head in confusion. Painful memories were replaying in Hanyoung’s head.

He recalled the abominable faces of San and Biyeon, who sat down the leadership of the Absolute Clans and lectured...