Before I could go traumatize the two boastful death metals, though—
"Dante…" a voice stopped me.
"Hmm? Xuan?" I turned around.
The emperor was looking at me with complicated eyes.
"What's wrong? What's with that look?" I asked, meeting his expression.
"Haa…" the man sighed, his shoulders slouching.
"I'm sorry, brother."
"Huh? Sorry? Sorry for what?" I asked, confused.
"For leaving."
I froze.
"For… what?"
"Haa… it's not what you're thinking, brother. I assure you, it's not."
"And what do you believe I'm thinking, Xuan?"
"That I'm leaving because of your methods of doing things. That I'm leaving because I find your ways cruel."
"And you're not? Isn't that why?" I couldn't help feeling a bit betrayed. I knew I could get carried away with my way of doing things, but he should understand, no? He's a cultivator; he of all people should understand that the path to greatness is paved with blood and brimstone.
"And you? My love, do you understand?"
"Huh?"
