“Come closer.”0

The emperor’s first words echoed throughout the Sun Hall.0

“...!!”0

“...!!”0

It was a simple, short command, but it left the vassals in shock.0

150 meters away from the emperor—standing in the middle of the hall, Karyl smiled faintly under his mask as he slowly walked toward the throne. 0

Thud, thud, thud…0

Karyl’s footsteps grew louder and louder, and as he got closer, the two knights standing beside the emperor slowly reached for their swords. 0

However, the emperor raised his hand to stop them.0

“But Your Majesty…” Belin Vallention said cautiously.0

“Don’t.”0

The emperor looked at Karyl with a calm expression. Now, the distance between the two was shy of one hundred meters.0

Karyl reached for his waist.0

“You—!!” Belin Vallention growled, although Karyl had nothing at his waist. It was just that his overwhelmingly threatening aura made everyone think he had drawn a sword. 0

As if mocking their fearful reactions, Karyl knelt on one knee and placed that same hand on it. 0

“Greetings, Your Majesty."0

As Karyl bowed his head, the emperor, as if to show off, addressed the two knights and the other surrounding vassals. 0

Who is he?0

What kind of relationship does he have with His Majesty...?0

No servant has ever broken the absolute gap and gotten this close. 0

Karyl’s appearance stirred an undeniable curiosity in everyone gathered...0