187. To the Theocratic Empire (Part Two)

Translated by A Passing Wanderer

Edited by RED

She had never really seen my face up close. I always wore the Paladin armour and the helm during my adventures back in Aihrance, and I wore the bird-beak mask while I was rescuing Marcus, after all. So the only time she saw me would've been during the Holy Emperor coronation, when I stood on the palace's balcony to wave my hands at the crowd. But I'd been very far away from her at that time.

"Your Majesty the Holy Emperor," Marcus introduced softly after dropping his voice.

It was right then that the booze mug slipped out of Yuria's grasp; she was deeply stunned by that revelation. "Ah?! Y-Y-Your Majesty? D-do I need to, you know, follow decorum?"

I could see that she was clearly flustered, so I waved my hand lightly. "Nah, there's no need."

Yuria could only stare at me with a dazed face.