"The Emperor of the Empire has disappeared?" Louis stared intently at those lines of intelligence, the muscles by his eyes twitching slightly.
Then, due to the weakness from a long sleep, he almost couldn't stand straight, his shoulder slumped, nearly hitting the bronze mirror.
"Thud."
A soft sound echoed in the washroom, not loud.
But Lambert, outside the door, heard the noise immediately and became alert: "My Lord? What happened to you?"
"It's nothing." Louis mustered a bit of strength to reply.
He leaned against the sink, took a deep breath, and waved away the intelligence panel.
The blue semi-transparent screen faded like ripples, returning the washroom to silence.
"Before knowing the truth, I can't make judgments based on a few pieces of intelligence." He murmured, "Just remember it for now."
A moment later, Louis adjusted his disheveled collar and pushed the door open to leave.
