Dagger, Seeing the Dagger Again

Inside the Floating Temple, the anger in the Emperor's expression had already faded away. His face was calm, just like the wood chips under his feet; just like the blood in the temple; just like the bodies of the guards and assassins; just like the ones who were injured and unconscious. The sweet fragrance that once permeated the atmosphere here did not exist anymore. Still, his appearance was as if he hadn't been subject to an assassination attempt, one that had been planned by the enemy for years, almost as if they were indeed having that flower observation event they all enjoyed once every three years.