Raphael froze in place, in disbelief at what he had just heard.
It can't... That fast?
He wanted to leave the room, but the maid was blocking the doorway. To get out, he'd have to barge past her.
The Emperor rose from his bed and put on his gown to cover his naked body.
"What do you mean a death? That can't be. It hasn't even been a week yet!" The man said, anger thick in his voice.
"It's true, Your Majesty. Not many details have been received yet as the news didn't come from a scout but rather from a fleeing student. He said that the culprit was a dragon and that he wished to be nowhere near it."
"..."
It's over...
Raphael didn't want to, but he prepared the three dragons, ready to fight when the Emperor struck.
He glanced over at him from the corner of his eye, keeping himself on guard.
But The Emperor simply stood there, rubbing at his chin.