Since the Holy Emperor asked no questions and made no reproaches, Seongjin’s mind became much more at ease.
However, he soon had to face another challenge: Sir Masain, whose complexion had turned pitch black from not sleeping all night.
“…A-are you alright? Sir Masain?”
Seongjin stammered involuntarily.
It was understandable. The prince, who had said he was just stepping out to get some air, didn’t return no matter how long he waited, so naturally, his insides must have been burning with anxiety.
Thus, it seemed he had been pacing around the village entrance with his senses on high alert, ultimately staying up all night.
“Your Highness! Where on earth have you been all this time…!”
As soon as Sir Masain saw Seongjin, he tried to shout as usual.
However, before he could finish his sentence, he clutched his stomach, because the moment his extreme tension eased, gastric acid surged up violently.
“Huh?”
Startled, Seongjin immediately dragged him to the Holy Emperor.
“No, Your Highness. I’m really fine… Wait! More importantly, please answer me! Where exactly did you go all night without a word…!”
…Thud.
Astonishingly, the moment the Holy Emperor placed his hand on his forehead, Sir Masain fell asleep as if he had fainted. It felt as though, just like last time, his soul had been forcibly sent to another dimension.
“Morres. When Masain wakes up, you should face him properly and talk.”
The Holy Emperor quietly advised while pouring divine power over the now calm knight’s head. It was a terribly difficult request.
“Um, Father. But that’s a…