"Lunch is over. I'll rest a while longer in my chambers."
"Astrid, thank you for your efforts."
Hibbort's voice was hoarse, his gaze fixed on the silver-haired princess seated closely beside Amalia.
The usually clear world had grown blurry under the midday sun, as if veiled by a thin mist. Semi-transparent light spots float like mayflies on water, drifting aimlessly before his eyes.
His deteriorating physical condition had severely impacted the Emperor's daily life. Not only did he suffer from insomnia night after night, but he also endured constant mental fogginess and fatigue that lingered throughout the day.
It was about time.
Seeing Hibbort's clearly weakened state, Astrid pursed her lips, her delicate brows slightly furrowed. She wanted to say something, but the words stuck in her throat.
As the one experiencing it firsthand, Hibbort naturally understood his own condition. If he didn't wish to rest, no amount of persuasion from her would make a difference.
