5. The Prayer's Dialogue (III)

The 9 a.m. sun warmed the body, and the scent of breakfast inside the "bucket car" with the open shed scattered with a breeze. The aroma of fried eggs, sausages, butter, and toast vanished in an instant, and the cozy feeling akin to a picnic almost made one want to lean back against the car seat and fall asleep.

But no one would really do that, no one dared to.

Marseille, engulfed in a gloomy, panicky, and anxious atmosphere, was even less in the mood to enjoy it.

Seated in the back row of the bucket car, Marseille wore the crisp uniform of the Youth Group, his posture sculpted-like, making the meticulously ironed brown uniform look even more rigid. His not fully mature face was grave, but his shifting and unfocused eyes hinted at some subtle message.

Direct and honest people faced with coerced actions often showed this kind of reaction.

——The Emperor excels at giving others offers they can't refuse.