"So you're in need of a magic tutor?" The Emperor asked as he lowered his chin and fixed his royal gaze sharply on Azel who sat on the opposite side of the grand desk.
The office was quiet.
With all the destruction from the First Calamity, the Academy collapse, the funerals, the reconstructions, and the endless political disputes, the Emperor was busier than he had ever been in the last decade.
But somehow… he still made out time to speak with Azel.
That alone made Azel's stomach twist slightly.
'I wasn't even there for the whole battle…' Azel thought as the Emperor's eyes bored into him. 'But everyone was praising me… stuff like coming back from the dead, one-shotting Nari, ending the whole thing with a single blow… Sure, I did all of those but did they have to tell the Emperor everything?!'
He could practically feel the Emperor's gaze pressing onto his soul, as though trying to dissect him, crack open his chest and peek inside.
