The Refuge of Fate

Chapter 145 - Profession of Love

A/N: There are two songs for this chapter. The first one is Young K's cover of Moon River and the second one is Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga's 'Die With A Smile' (You can search for the Moon River cover on YouTube since I can only attach one song here haha!) I'll tell you when to play both.

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"Your Majesty, Young Master Pier has arrived," one of the kingsguard declared. The man who was having his lunch stiffened. Emperor Adin was about to take a bite when he paused midway.

Clearing his throat, the emperor lowered the food on his plate before fixing his appearance and using his napkin to clear away any food residue on his face. "Let him in," he ordered, and the kingsguard bowed before turning to open the palace doors.

While waiting, Emperor Adin's gaze drifted to the newly repaired walls of the throne room. His mind lingered on the events of the previous day. So much had happened all at once, starting with the young master's hunt, followed by the deaths in the palace, and finally the resurrection of those who had died. It was overwhelming.

Emperor Adin's thoughts were interrupted when he heard the door creak open. His eyes moved to the entrance where a man in a black suit slowly walked in. The knights didn't move but eyed him as much as they could without turning their heads. The servants, on the other hand, openly gawked at him while they did their chores.

One of the two main stars of yesterday's event walked in with his chin held high. Elegance dripped from him like an innate aura that could not be ignored, no matter one's status in society. That was just the way he was. Silas was born to embody perfection.

"Your Majesty," Silas greeted, standing beneath the steps of the throne with a smile on his face. Emperor Adin turned to the knights guarding the throne and the maids cleaning the palace. He gestured with his hand. "Leave us," he commanded, and everyone followed without a word.

Once they were alone, the emperor was the first to break the silence. "What are you planning?" he asked, dissatisfaction evident on his face. Silas tilted his head to the side, amused, before shrugging his shoulders.

"War? Did you command him to declare war?!" Emperor Adin's voice rose.

"I did not. He may be my disciple, but he is not my puppet," Silas responded calmly. Unconvinced, the emperor sighed and rubbed his temples.

"Word has spread across the continent that we are ending the war with Cresencia with only one victor emerging from the bloodbath!"

"Ooh..." Silas whistled at the information.

"Do you not understand the severity of this situation, Silas?! My people are going to die, whether we win or not!" Emperor Adin was clearly angered by the thought. He had lost many forces during the previous war, and now Lysander Perez had announced he would march his troops once more to death's door.

"Just because you have become a god does not mean the lives of humans no longer matter-"

"Whoa, hold on there, cowboy. Don't go assuming things like that." Silas interrupted, dismissing the emperor's words nonchalantly. Scratching his ear, he waved his hand, and a seat made of ice appeared from the floor. He sat comfortably, even crossing his legs.

"Cowboy- what?" the emperor asked in confusion, but Silas didn't bother explaining further. "Listen, I've been feeling really good since I came back from death's door, so don't ruin my mood for me," he warned, and Adin closed his mouth.

"I'm pretty sure no one will die from your forces..." Silas blurted out, stunning the emperor. "None?"

"Yeah, I think so. It's Perez we're talking about, after all." Pushing his hair back, Silas leaned into the frozen seat and crossed his arms, looking directly at Adin.