Chapter 74.4

Kevin Fassbender slipped into the hall unnoticed, half an hour after the evening celebration had begun. He was not one for large gatherings and preferred to keep a low profile.

He preferred to keep a low profile and avoid dealing with people. He found the perfect opportunity to slip in when the celebratory speeches had finished and the guests were still milling about, talking and laughing.

Kevin made his way to the back of the hall and stood against the wall, blending in with the shadows. He took a sip of his wine and surveyed the crowd.

There were people from all walks of life, from the highest nobles to the lowest servants. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Standing by the dining table stocked with wine and food, he enjoyed the revelry of the demons around him.

Kevin took another sip of his wine and sighed, savoring the rich flavor. He was enjoying the solitude of wine and food.

Suddenly, he felt a heavy slap on his shoulder. He turned around in surprise and saw Mi Ao swimming over with a wine glass in his hand.

"Kevin!" Mi Ao exclaimed. "Aren't you supposed to be resting?"

Mi Ao asked, his expression disapproving. "You've been bedridden for over a month. Why are you up and about now?"

Mi Ao whirl over to him with a disapproving expression, commenting on Kevin's previously weak state.

Kevin spread his hands calmly. "I'm fine now," he said.

Mi Ao raised an eyebrow. "What about tomorrow?" he asked.

Kevin shrugged. "That depends on how I feel tomorrow," he said. "I'm feeling intermittent, so it's hard to say."

Mio snorted. "You're full of nonsense," he said. "You're not fooling anyone."

Kevin smiled. "I'm not trying to fool anyone," he said. "I'm just being honest."

Mi Ao took a bite of bacon and chewed thoughtfully. "Well, whatever," he said. "But you need to take care of yourself. You can't keep pushing yourself like this."

Mio finished his bacon and wiped his mouth. "So," he said, "when are you going to move into the military camp? I heard that Her Highness has been pestering you every day to prevent you from leaving."

It was true that Sinia had stalked him relentlessly in the past, but it was not Sinia who had been stalking him these past two days.

In fact, after Oswald had woken up yesterday, Kevin had no further cause for concern, and he had planned to return to the barracks, but he had been delayed by a meeting with the emperor.

However, a certain someone had resorted to all manner of audacious and impudent tactics in order to cajole him into staying in the palace.

In the end, when Kevin had finally agreed to stay, that shameless thing had once again put away his roguish face, raised his chin, and said, "Since you are so sincere, I will allow you to stay here for one night."

Kevin was rendered speechless. He was unsure whether he should laugh or cry. He had believed that he was the one who had been cajoled into staying, but it seemed that he had been the one doing the cajoling all along.

Nevertheless, he had been persuaded to stay for a night by a certain person's puerile and manipulative behavior.

"What is the emperor's situation today?" As a loyal general, Mio expressed moderate concern for the emperor.

Kevin rubbed his forehead, nodded silently, and said, "In two days, try to ask the medical officer for some medicine and give it to him. It would be best if he faints for seven or eight days."

Mio: "**?!"

Kevin raised an eyebrow and asked, "Can you handle it without resorting to such cowardly methods as poison?"

Mi Ao didn't respond. Why does he have to suggest such a cowardly method? That's not what a general would do!

However, Kevin was too busy boasting and didn't give a serious answer.

Kevin finished his fruit wine and said casually, "It's been a chaotic day. I saw some fighting and had to give someone medicine to calm them down before coming here."

Mio: "..." What did he just say?

"Oh, just kidding. You seem to have lost your sense of humor, Mr. Mi Ao Scott," said Kevin, wiping his hands with a napkin.

He surveyed the different meats on the table and selected the ones that looked and tasted good. "The emperor regrets not being able to join the celebration but gave us detailed instructions to have a good time."

In reality, he was watching for any fight that might break out.

Kevin repeated his explanation in a way that was more acceptable to Mio, "If you're worried, you can go check on him later. He usually sleeps in late."

He then picked two glasses of fruit wine, nodded to Mi Ao, and left the hall before the other demons arrived.

Once in the inner courtyard, Kevin went straight to the emperor's bedroom with the wine glasses in hand.

Oswald was lying on the bed, reading an old thick book, which was most likely "The Divine History". One end of an iron chain was cuffed to his left wrist, and the other end was tied to a copper post at the head of the bed.

Oswald was handcuffed to the bed, but the chain was long enough for him to move around the room. He had initially refused Kevin's suggestion, but Kevin had insisted, and Oswald had finally agreed. After all, it was just for fun.

Now, however, Oswald was beginning to regret his decision. He felt trapped and helpless, and he was starting to wonder what Kevin had planned for him.

"Your Excellency Commander, you actually came back," said Oswald, looking up from his book. "I thought you would run away after handcuffing me."

Kevin raised the two glasses of wine in his hand and said, "I may not be responsible, but I do have a conscience. It's an annual festival, and it's a shame not to have a drink. Here, pick one."