It was an extraordinarily strange occurrence.
The intense energy that seemed ready to burst forth and sweep away everything in its path began to subside, like water dousing a flame, the moment Seongjin met the Holy Emperor’s calm, silver-gray eyes.
The uncontrollable rage hadn’t disappeared entirely; rather, he became aware of another perspective within himself, as if a barrier had been placed around the difficult-to-control emotions, allowing him to step back and observe them quietly.
The spasmodic laughter subsided, and the rapidly flickering light in his eyes gradually calmed.
“…Father.”
Then, the exorcist, who had been quietly observing Seongjin, tapped his shoulder a couple more times.
Tap, tap.
For some reason, it felt like a gesture of praise, making Seongjin’s mood a bit awkward.
“…Your Highness? Sir Sharon?”
From the side, Orden cautiously called out to them. The prince, who had been emitting an unsettling aura and laughing, and the exorcist, who had appeared out of nowhere with an oddly different demeanor, were both bewildering.
At that, the Holy Emperor glanced at Orden with cold eyes before turning back to Seongjin.
“Your Highness.”
It was unmistakably Sir Sharon’s voice as usual. For a moment, Seongjin almost thought he had returned to being Sharon.
Yet, the bright light flickering in his eyes indicated that it was still the Holy Emperor. He was likely being mindful of the people around them.
“The old lady seems to be in poor health, so it would be best for the Archduke to attend to her. I will handle the rest, so Your Highness,…