The market was very bustling. You had been accustomed to silence for so long that you even thought, 'Sometimes, this kind of thing is nice.'

People were running their own shops for profit, each with their own story.

Profit. It was a strange word. You wondered what exactly counts as profit, and what doesn't.

And at that moment—

His Imperial Majesty arrives—!

The Emperor. A name that anyone would recognize instantly if they heard he was the Emperor of the Amore e Odio Empire.

Han Noah.

The bustling atmosphere of the market went silent in an instant, as if a switch had been flipped.

And then—

He opened his mouth.

...Shut your mouth. I don't ever want to hear that title again.

His voice echoed through the now-silent, vast market. He spoke quietly, but his words had a sharp edge. The sight of those beautiful blue eyes narrowing as he glared at the attendant.

It was familiar, yet terrifying.

All of it.

He glared at you as if piercing through you and said,

What are you doing? Move the carriage at once.

He muttered while leaning against the carriage.

Typical. Just look at the state of this empire.

...Everything is fucking awful.