Julian slumped back against the wood of the chair, his breath coming in shallow hitches.
The vial had slipped from his lips and vanished into thin air the moment it was emptied, leaving no trace of its existence.
With this, he was sure he was ready to stand trial.
It would be gruesome to stand trial for a clear assassination of the Emperor, but he would do his best.
Let them bring the serum; it wouldn't change anything. He would tell them he was Julian Von Astrea. He would tell them he was a victim of a curse he couldn't remember. He would tell them he loved the Emperor like a loyal subject… Ah, that sounded so cringe just thinking about it.
The Emperor had tortured his mind so many times that he actually wished him dead. But he would have to sugarcoat his thoughts, and not in a very absurd way, because then, the Emperor would see through his lies.
I will be honest, but not let honesty be suspected. He thought, closing his eyes.
