"Your Majesty, the Empress?! How are you here?!" Arthur reprimanded Valeska, his tone unguarded as he immediately lowered his head, carefully cradling Ares' head. "Forgive me, I panicked. The emperor's condition suddenly worsened in the middle of battle".
Arthur barely acknowledged the blood seeping from the gash on his head, trickling down his neck.
His white shirt was soaked in crimson beneath his torn jacket—half shredded from the vicious attack of the Dark Souls. "What about the Golden Order delegation?"
"I welcomed them. They are currently resting in the palace quarters you prepared yesterday. Only after ensuring their arrival did I come here," V lied smoothly.
It was impossible for her to reveal her omnipresence before so many eyes. "At least the Infernal Dark Hell Gate has been destroyed."
