The Golden Council

Ferda arrived at the entrance to the Golden Council.

The nobles who had come as spectators were focused entirely on him.

Their gazes were as though they were looking at someone who had committed a horrific murder and then walked here.

A moment later, a man came running through the frozen spectators.

It was Alexander.

‘As expected, my imagination is rather shallow.’

Ferda had thought Alexander would naturally come looking for fault if he had watched this procession.

But what he had not expected was that Alexander’s appearance would be even uglier than he had imagined.

“I am honored to meet you, Your Highness the Crown Prince of the Empire.”

He offered the greeting with deliberate indifference, as though trying to make Alexander’s blood boil...