Sowhere within the vast imperial palace's garden...
"What do you an I can't see him today?!" Serafina's voice rose sharply through the corridor, unable to suppress her anger any longer. "Today is the designated visitation day, and I have more than enough points to spend!!"
The people passing nearby instinctively glanced toward her before quickly looking away again.
At this mont, Serafina's face was nearly red from frustration and the sheer length of the argunt. She had already spent a considerable amount of ti trying to reason with the guards and officials responsible for regulating access, yet every response she received remained cold, repetitive, and completely unmoved.
It had been a very long ti since Serafina first noticed the Silent Emperor wandering throughout the palace halls.
At the ti, she paid him no real attention.
He rely drifted aimlessly through the corridors like a ghost with no destination, no purpose, and no awareness of the world surrounding him. Sotis he would simply stop beside a random wall before sitting or lying there for hours without movent, as though even standing had beco aningless to him.
To most people within the palace, he was little more than a curiosity.
A broken madman.
A living symbol the Multiple Centennial Cradle Empire occasionally used as a façade for political purposes.
Nothing more.
But everything changed on a particular day.
The very sa day Caesar humiliated her mistress.
That day, while overwheld by rage, sha, and helplessness, Serafina happened to look carefully toward the Silent Emperor for the first ti in years...
And she felt sothing.
Sothing deeply wrong.
That mysterious man...
That silent wanderer used as little more than decorative cover by the empire...
Why did he feel so familiar?
Why did his presence resemble the mbers of the Distra Family so much?
The realization terrified her enough that she fled imdiately afterward.
Not because she feared him.
But because the possibility itself was unbearable.
The thought that one of the Distra descendants could be reduced to such a pitiful state... wandering mindlessly through foreign palace halls while being treated like a tool or symbol...
It disgusted her.
Yet despite trying to ignore it afterward, the thought continued haunting her relentlessly.
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