538 The Great War: Part 2

The expression on the Night Lord's face kept changing. "I think you might have mistaken it. I mean—"

"You mean it is for the good of the Sanctum, I know. This is what we all want." The Sage King cut him off. "But the Holy Emperor doesn't trust anyone. He couldn't let you have more authority. He is afraid."

The Night Lord looked at him, blinking. "Probably you don't understand, or may I say, you've misunderstood me. My life is actually—"

"You are afraid of being suspected of, aren't you?" The Sage King interrupted him again, letting out a confident smile. "Let me guess; you are disgruntled. You could not wait to go to the frontline to vent your satisfaction." 

"I—"

"Let me guess; after hearing what I have said, you started to dread. Because I have spoken your mind, you are anxious." The Sage King still smiled. "But don't worry, I feel you!"

The Night Lord took a deep breath. "No. I am just—"