Compared to that dinner which had carried an admonishing undertone, what left a deeper impression on Astrid was the final night, when the once-majestic Emperor of the Empire passed away, his last concerns were no different from those of any ordinary elderly person: simply reminded his children to take care of their health, then carefully stored away treasured possessions of personal significance before burying them in the ancestral land.
Thus, when Amalia brought this up, Astrid paused for a moment, her chopsticks halting mid-air as the wooden tips dipped into the bright red dipping sauce.
"As a precaution, His Majesty had the habit of recording his life events using a recording barrier."
Amalia gazed into Astrid's eyes, her smooth golden hair cascading down to her shoulders.
