Royd received a letter from his elder brother once again.
This time, the Emperor, who always held himself in high regard, finally set aside his pride, with a hint of pleading in his tone.
However, Royd was no longer planning to pay any attention to him.
Two days later.
Phibit sat inside the Imperial Palace.
Beside him were the few confidants he had left.
He had personally killed his wife and children, and most of the maids in the palace had long since fled.
In his current predicament, he could truly be considered a solitary figure.
"Royd, my brother." When he saw Royd, surprisingly, he wasn't as hysterical and furious as one might expect.
This made Royd raise an eyebrow, it seemed that his Imperial Brother wasn't completely useless after all. At least in such a situation, he could maintain such composure.
Phibit silently stared at him for a while, then suddenly smiled with a peculiar expression.
