For the past few days, the palace had been unusually quiet, preparing for the High Priests' arrival. The emperor had put Soren in charge of overseeing the proceedings.
When word came that they had already arrived, he was in the main palace, finalizing the meals to be served to the guests.
"Your Imperial Highness, forgive me if I am overstepping, but… why are they coming?" The butler, who was to oversee the kitchen once Soren approved everything, asked hesitantly.
The Crown Prince inhaled. For a moment, he said nothing, simply marking checks and crosses on the paper as though he hadn't heard the question at all.
The butler's throat bobbed as he struggled to remain calm.
Would he be scolded for overstepping?
Despite his composed demeanor and angelic features, Soren carried the blood of the demon lord.
At last, Soren lifted the papers and glanced at the elderly man.
"Do you want to die?"
The butler flinched.
That is too direct… Is he asking me how I want to die?
"I—"
