A human man, clothed in simple clothes with a regal bearing, stood in an extremely exquisitely adorned room. He had velvet hair, and eyes that radiated the vicissitudes of life. But he looked like he was in his early thirties.
He stared at a particular holographic screen before him. He sighed. A tinge of melancholy flickered through his eyes.
"I've made a mistake. But is it too late to correct my ways?"
He had even sent his son to the Astral Empire to convince his grandson to come see him. But it turned out his son was using that as a ploy to run away from home and desert the Arman Empire.
Was he really that of a terrible father? Even to the point that, when he genuinely wanted to see his grandson, his son probably thought he was so horrible that he just wanted to see his grandson for political reasons?
