「The western Anoroya Continent. The Imperial Capital of the Ratu Empire.」
Deep within the Imperial Palace, Latour Marcus stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of his study, gazing out at the vast, dark night sky.
More than half a year had passed since the last bloodline ascension, but the tense atmosphere in the capital had not dissipated in the slightest.
He sensed the gazes—from the outskirts of the Imperial Palace, from beyond the Imperial Capital, and from even more distant places.
"Father." Vincent pushed the door open and entered, his expression grave.
The young man, already the Empire's first heir, had his brow tightly furrowed. Deep in his eyes was a killing intent he could not conceal.
"Two more spies were caught. They came from the southeast."
Latour did not turn around, merely grunting in acknowledgement.
"They want to confirm when Ian will return."
