I hate ghosts

"You should love me more, Conan." Abel frowned, staring at the somber night sky while lying on the vast landscape in the empire. "Gustav said he will kill you if I forced my way into the marquess' territory. Isn't he heartless and aren't I good?" 

Conan, who was standing two meters away from the emperor, frowned. "Your Majesty! Gustav already sent a word, but you still went to see Lady Aries!"

"I was worried."

"If you're worried, then why wouldn't you let her rest?" he frowned.

Conan had received a word from Dexter's trusted butler regarding Aries' health condition. Apparently, she fainted due to fatigue. Although the physician didn't verbally speak about the primary source of her fatigue, Dexter's warning to Abel was enough to know the cause.

It was Abel. 

"She's already lucky that she didn't die during your first night..."