52 Brief meeting

"Your Majesty, do you have any other orders for me?" Seymour stood before the man he admired and feared the most in the whole world. Although his king was younger than him in appearance, Seymour had long perceived that he was older, not just by a few decades but by centuries, and that only made it all the more frightening.

"Yes, I have modified my plans. I will leave tonight and return by the end of tomorrow." Kieran thought for a few moments before his eyes gleamed. "Until I return, take good care of our kingdom and..." He stopped, and Seymour straightened his posture, not knowing why the king was looking at him with a profound gaze.

"Prepare well for the last day of the Mid-Autumn Festival. I do not want any negligence." Although it was an order, it was also filled with a silent threat, and Seymour gulped as he started nodding frantically.