As the banquet came to a close, the sky had grown darker.
Losa exchanged a few more pleasantries with an Imperial noble before finally leaving the resplendent Golden Hall.
He let out a long sigh, thinking to himself that being an Emperor was not an easy job, unless one was a foolish ruler, the kind that leads to the downfall of a nation, then that's truly living comfortably.
"Let's head back."
Losa casually patted Furinjira's small head. It had been quite some time since he last did that, and today it felt particularly good: "Furin performed well today, worthy of praise."
"Hmph, nothing practical comes with it."
Jeanne rolled her eyes, suggesting that not having killed everyone in the audience was considered good performance, right?: "Master, if you really want to praise Furin, you should say 'a good head feels nice to pat.'
Furin dared not voice her anger. After a moment's thought, she turned to Chelina beside her: "Nina!"
"Huh?"
