บท 854: Emperor

Kaizen kept his penetrating gaze on the emperor, evaluating every word and gesture. 

His serious, neutral expression didn't reveal his thoughts, keeping a veil of mystery over his intentions. 

"So you're the one who rules this dark land," Kaizen commented, his voice heavy with thought. 

"Yes, it's me. The Emperor of the Mist and the oldest dark elf who ever lived." The emperor placed his right hand on the left side of his chest.

"But what I really want to know is why you decided to allow us into your palace so easily. This is not in keeping with the reputation that precedes you, Emperor."