Helmut repeated the question over and over again while his head continued to bob, almost as if he was convulsing. It was clear that his condition was quite bad.

Pavan could instantly see that Helmut had been seriously injured when he tried to control Telgramm, despite it being beyond his ability. No matter how perfectly he could make use of the emperor’s powers, Helmut’s body was still that of an ordinary human. It was already quite surprising that he was able to imitate a fraction of the emperor’s ability with his body which had undergone the Templars’ physical strengthening procedure.

“We were able to find a few of the officials who participated in the treason, but we have yet to find the Saintess,” Pavan answered.

“Then why are you here?”

Pavan let out an exhausted sigh.

Meanwhile, Helmut stammered around his seat even before Pavan gave him an answer. Then, he soon found some incense and lit it up. This prompted Helmut’s hands to stop trembling—he made a comfortable expression as the scent of the incense filled the room. However, his head was still bobbing around constantly.

“There is a terribly strong smell of blood. It’s so disgusting that I almost want to vomit… Pavan, did you kill someone on your way here?”

Pavan replied with a puzzled expression on his face, “No, Your Holiness. I didn’t even unsheath my sword today.”

“...I see.”

Helmut nodded and then stared elsewhere blankly.

Pavan inadvertently recalled the intelligence report he had...