Chapitre 225: The need to prepare for war

As if mechanized, the Emperor moved to get out of the bed, slowly, while swaying to the sides, as if he was unfamiliar with his own body.

Beorhtric raised his hands over his head before he got back onto his own feet with a subtle hop, that went unnoticed.

That puppeteering moments of his dyed down gradually as he walked around within the room, aimlessly, while constantly controlling his pace.

And,

His head snapped to the sides from time to time, as if his neck had been broken.

Either way, in the matter of a second, the man became capable of moving like an human once again, and without wasting a single second, he strode to the bedside, where Timothea laid and faced down in her direction, in hesitation.

But,

Merely for an instant before he reached out to the side where a short knife rested, beside the fruit basket that was seen over the short table, at the side of the bed.