Chapter 12

“I’m going on a hunt.” The next morning, Karsa canceled all his engagements and announced he was setting out to hunt. The people around him broke into a cold sweat as they tried to dissuade him. “B-but, Your Majesty! The banquet season has barely begun.” “You have not made an appearance at a single ball yet, Your Majesty.” Paying them no mind, Karsa ordered an attendant hovering nearby to prepare weapons for the hunt. Caught between the Emperor and the ministers, the attendant decided an imperial order came first. He hurried off to fetch the weapons with a troubled look.