Lucian walked through the halls of his palace with an extremely dark expression on his face.
Everywhere he went, the maids, the servants, and the Magi bowed in deference. They also trembled in horror. The very aura being radiated by their Emperor at the moment caused their hearts to turn cold.
They couldn't help but wonder just what could have happened. Like the Emperor Emeritus, Lucian was also known to be a stoic ruler. Seemingly nothing in the world could faze him.
But today… something undoubtedly had.
Those damned cultists… just what are they planning?!
He thought with a dark scowl on his handsome face. The contents of the letter—or rather, the feather—from his father caused his heart to churn with tumultuous waves.
Lucian knew that the Cult was planning something heinous for the Grand Magus Tournament to deal a blow to the Empire. And for that reason, he had made several preparations.
But nothing could have prepared him for what the Cult was truly plotting.
