Abel wondered why this gentleman was suddenly acting like this again.
He had no choice but to drag his tired body along, walking with trembling steps.
"Please stop calling me. Is there really no talent in the royal family?"
When he thought about it, Abel realized why Emperor Charon was looking for him.
There really were no people in the royal family.
Damn, what's going on this time?
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The innermost part of the palace.
Because Abel came here so often, he had become accustomed to the space.
Emperor Charon was leaning back in his chair as usual.
But somehow, he seemed a little paler than before.
"How are you, Your Majesty?"
Of course, Abel didn't mind at all and tried his best to set an example.
He didn't care whether that old man's complexion was good or not.
He would probably take care of his health.
'Shugle said there's a half-demon here too.'
Wouldn't it be nice if he could provide some level of management?
