บท 171: A wife (almost) stolen

When we reached the capital, Martia knew very much about my first life.

However, no matter how precise and detailed my story was, I continued to feel as if I forgot something important.

Among all of that, the name Elias came to mind a couple of times. I couldn't grasp who that person was. I couldn't remember, but I was sure I was supposed to know. And it was so damn important!

When we reached the capital, I had to stop pondering and focus on the meeting with the Emperor. Even if I had survived his mood a few times, I always needed to stay on guard against that crazy man.

Martia and I walked into the throne hall, and we found it surprisingly empty. There were only the two of us, the Emperor and three or four aides.

«Your majesty,» we greeted him.

«Oh, why so formal?» he snickered. «After all, we're related. Call me uncle.»

My blood froze all of a sudden. Was his illness already progressing? What was that familiarity?