A Long Journey in Search of Healing (2)

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In the middle of the vast audience chamber, a red carpet stretched across the floor.

The Empire’s second- and third-in-command entered the audience chamber after finishing their morning training.

‘I don’t really bother bringing my sword anymore.’

A few years ago, after Durandal was renamed Sahui.

I stopped having to surrender my sword before entering the audience chamber, as I had always done before.

I wasn’t sure why myself, but a knight who wielded Sahui had complained of severe mental energy loss, and no one else could take responsibility for carrying it.

‘Since even Peter can’t wield it, I guess it’s become a weapon meant just for me.’

Even the ministers, who could maintain <The Four Virtues: Benevolence, Righteousness, Propriety, and Wisdom> for twenty-four hours, couldn’t withstand how quickly Sahui drained their mental energy.

Thanks to that, while Peter had his staff confiscated, I could enter without having to go through a weapons check...