In the Royal Palace of Ryan, Ange Watson once again came to this desolate place alone.
He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but he always felt that each time he visited the palace, it seemed colder than before.
Though it should be a place bathed in Holy Light, the warmth of the morning could not be felt.
"It must be because there have been too many deaths in the Imperial Family,"
Ange Watson comforted himself, thinking that even though the bodies had all been dealt with, rumors about the impurity of the palace persisted. With so many deaths, even the Holy Light couldn't dispel all the grievances at once.
However, Ange Watson thought this was a good thing.
For years, the emperors of Laine had been mere puppet breeders, but now, at last, there was a true Emperor, and the Laine that he ruled was slowly recovering from its crisis of division.
Ange Watson was also confident that given more time, Laine would return to its most glorious days.