"I didn't hear the footsteps, because the emperor's feet stepped on the path paved with rose petals. I heard the slight friction of the robe. Even if there was a curtain, no one could look up at the emperor. I could only lower my head and look at the marble.

On the ground, everyone can only call him a 'saint', and those who claim to be a 'slave'..."

"A saint does not live like a human being... I felt too depressed at the time," Kalki lamented. "He said nothing. No one dared to ask why he came suddenly without any communication. He was like a curtain.

The ghost behind... This strange atmosphere lasted until the saint left. At this time, the ethereal fragrance and music also left with him, and the indescribable mysterious atmosphere also dissipated... I only saw a lot of rose petals

, there is a fragrance, this experience is so wonderful, I will never forget it.”

"Can you imagine that I will become such a person?" he continued. "On the surface, I appear to be supreme, but in fact, I am just a ghost. Are the senators really slaves? I observed their expressions of relief. They understand that with such offerings

The etiquette of the Supreme Being actually cut off the possibility of the emperor intervening in real life... This is an extremely isolated person, a sacrifice thrown out of the flock. No one will really care about him, a person who is completely redundant in the system.

..."

"Xuanji?"

His story was too long and she fell asleep.

Kalki looked helplessly at the ceiling. After all, she was just a careless child who had not yet gotten rid of her pink girlish heart. And he could not sleep in such a strange environment, and worries about the future surrounded him like night.Chapter completed!