It was strangeβseeing the face of the tyrant responsible for his death, that is. The Saint couldnβt help but feel a bead of sweat dribble from his temple as memories of his death replay in his head. He felt no hatred towards her whatsoever, he didnβt even feel it towards her in his final momentsβyet, he still couldnβt help but feel awkward as he struggled to keep a normal composure, forcing a smile. βErm. Emperor, itβs...been some time since we last saw each other.β
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