87 Ch. 87: A Suppression of Conscience

As Emma and I follow the manservant to my father, who I latently recognize the courtier in front of me as my father's loyal running dog, Harold. He's an innocuous-looking fellow and doesn't have the airs of someone of noble lineage, which isn't surprising as those with the constitution to be resistant to my father's killing aura are spread randomly across the empire.

According to what I read in the webnovel, my father can dim his aura, pulling it close to his figure so that others can stand right by him. However, based on his personality, such a considerate thing must happen as often as a blue moon. Thus, when Harold delivers me surprisingly before the strategy tent I've always seen from a distance as opposed to the black tent I was in last night, Emma is forced to wait outside.

None of the surrounding attendants or guards change up their grim expressions and the summer sky is overcast above me. It seems even the universe doesn't have high hopes for the meeting.