"Lord Berion, I never expected you'd come visit me so late at night!"
Hand of the King Berion looked completely stunned, hardly believing what he saw in His Majesty before him. Looking at those eagle-sharp eyes that hadn't appeared in over a decade, his mind felt like a tangled mess.
For a moment, he even thought His Majesty must have been affected by the curse and reached the violent stage.
But seeing the clarity and wisdom in those eyes, he pushed that thought away.
Especially that gentle smile—he hadn't seen it in years. How could this possibly be what someone looked like after being corrupted by a curse?!
Could it be that His Majesty had successfully resisted the curse?
The King of Dawn didn't seem to notice Berion's shock. He walked over to sit at a nearby table with a smile, gesturing for Berion to sit down: "You came at this hour—you have something important to tell me, right?"
