Although the autumn wind outside is chilly, Horn's study is bright and warm like spring, only the imposing large volumes on the bookshelf give a sense of oppressive weight.
In front of this bookshelf, Catherine spoke nonchalantly, as if casually discussing: "…Suppose there is a person holding great power, yet seems indifferent to promises…
Actually, I've seen many historical writings from throughout history, like the civil wars of the two Emperors in the Ancient Aier Empire... I think you should understand that beauty has always been a bone-cutting knife…
…Your Majesty Horn, do you think if such a person continues to grow, whether it will affect our shared goals?"
Horn placed his hands on the table: "You might as well speak more clearly."
Seeing Horn still unresponsive, Catherine looked around, then gritted her teeth and pressed her whole body onto the desk: "…Moliat."
