The Emperor Strikes Back (2)

Arial took a deep breath, in and out as his body seems to be thrumming with energy.

Arial is now in his large bathtub, his face is solemn and his eyes is cold. Outside the officers each came with a wagon of large barrel.

The dozens officers kneel outside the bathtub tent and announce. 

'Your Imperial Majesty, the delivery has arrived. Your servant has been faithfully collecting the barrels. Should I put it in the warehouse, Imperial Majesty?' 

One of the leading officers informing the Emperor, his knee is kneeling in front of the large bathtub, his head is looking down at the ground, not daring to show any signs of arrogance.

Then from inside the bathhouse, a deep voice emanating with power spoke.

'Leave it outside and be gone.' Arial reply. 

'Your command, this servant has received.' The officers look relieved, looking at each other releasing a relieved sigh and quickly they make themselves scarce.