Under the southern segment of the city wall, Orhan, who was arranging military preparations, suddenly noticed the Emperor in the Purple Robe appearing at the entrance.
Orhan, now over forty, quickly stepped out to greet him, humbly bowing his head: "Your Majesty, I am deeply ashamed to have let you and Miss Viviana fight alone."
"You have done all you could, do not blame yourself for this."
Losa consoled him.
Previously, Constantine XI had lacked trust in Orhan, but now it was different. The dragon blood kin were destined not to betray him. If necessary, he was even willing to appoint Orhan as his co-ruler emperor.
"How is Miss Viviana?"
"She is fine, she just overexerted her power and fell unconscious. I sent her back to the bedchamber."
Without much small talk, Losa straightforwardly asked:
