Click.
During a brief silence that flowed, the Holy Emperor lightly pulled one of the plates placed before him toward himself.
It was a starling dish, smoked once and then roasted until the skin became crispy, a signature menu of the inn that the owner took considerable pride in.
“…….”
Seongjin quietly followed the sight of him moving the cutlery with his eyes.
In the time that had flowed before, it was a dish that Seongjin had first actively recommended and even personally served to him.
And the current Holy Emperor was, by some coincidence, cutting away a portion that exactly matched the part Seongjin had cut back then.
Seongjin thought blankly.
‘No, it can’t be a coincidence, can it? What meaning does that action hold this time?’
Was he slowly recalling memories he hadn’t directly experienced, or did he perhaps wish to eliminate even the slightest sense of discrepancy with the past?
Maybe it was both.
“Morres.”
At that moment, the Holy Emperor opened his mouth.
“What just happened is merely one of the countless ways to create a milestone. Of course, if we were to dig deeply into the principle underlying it, one could say that, in the end, they are all the same method.”
He added calmly while moving the cutlery.
“The reason what was created this time is your milestone is because the subject of all these events is, to the very end,…